They call me play, but I am no fun
Under my civilized veneer
I'm full of Death and destruction
The ultimate in Betrayal, and bad wives too
I wonder why anyone ever comes to
Me knowth that all will end bad
It always does. Yet again and again
As if you don't know how it will end.
March is coming. One aught to know better.

They call me play, but I am no fun
Under my civilized veneer
I'm full of Death and destruction
The ultimate in Betrayal, and bad wives too
I wonder why anyone ever comes to
Me knowth that all will end bad
It always does. Yet again and again
As if you don't know how it will end.
March is coming. One ought to know better.