You'll Get Yours

I sing the song That everyone sings Of regret for not Looking after things I felt the pain The sting still remains For the faceless thief Has struck again But for once I'd like to look you In the eye Take off your disguise You'll get yours And I'll be fine Tell me you're the one Promises broken Promises making me laugh You say you're not After my money But lately you've Been acting funny Planning my funeral Choosing my coffin The black one's nice But the grey one's Fantastic, I swear I've had it up To here and you Say we've got it made You'll get yours And I'll be fine Suntans in the shade Promises broken Promises making me laugh The problem is you're broken The problem is making it last