Two, three, four
People you love
Will turn their backs on you
You'll lose your hair, your teeth
Your knife will fall out of its sheath
But you still don't like to leave
Before the end of the movie
People you hate
Will get their hooks into you
They'll pull you down, you'll frown
They'll tar you and drag you through town
But you still don't like to leave
Before the end of the movie
No, you still don't like to leave
Before the end of the show
People you hate
Will get their hooks into you
They'll pull you down, you'll frown
They'll tar you and drag you through town
But you still don't like to leave
Before the end of the movie
No, you still don't like to leave
Before the end of the show