A Sting

A sting once pierced my heart and stayed
In there for one day or for two
So proud that I still welcome stings
I observed my wound

I stood up and I took some steps
Towards my front door
And it took me by surprise
That I only felt an itch and nothing more

You see justice is a rumour
I could go wherever I want
With two bloody hands and my old seabag
Noone would come and stop me
In about two weeks
I‘m gonna go to
Long hedge street
I will tear down the house
Not because I want to go back there
Just
Only
To make it even

With one lame foot I had to walk
With one split tongue I had to talk
Call both my arms a sеt of scales
That balances evеry injustice

There‘s a lot you can do from one desk
There‘s little you can shake off your chest
As the vicious cycle takes its turn
You gotta get your lesson learned

You see justice is a rumour
I could go wherever I want
With two bloody hands and my old seabag
Noone would come and stop me
In about two weeks
I‘m gonna go to
Long hedge street
I will tear down the house
Not because I want to go back there
Just
Only
To make it even