All Hands And The Cook

Break my back out in the yardIf you don't like itWon't you tell me?Work all day and in the nightLater onCan I help it?And by the way, it won't lastThe rain will come, the summer's passedThree shots fired to call us backYou were lostWhen I found youAfter all, you promised meA broken nose, a twisted kneeStop talking to the neighbor's dog!I've got a temper and it's lateBreak all the windows in my car!Burn down the room when I'm asleepBreak out the bottles when I goI'll dig a hole for all your friends!You don't like itWon't you tell meYou don't like itBy the way, it won't lastThe rain will come, the summer's passed