Lyrics:

Get out of handGet under footGet to the square rootPut a word to a feelin'Let 'em know with whom they're dealin'De
ar elizabeth throw your fitYes you can talk or you can walk, you can walk awayYou can stay and make em pay for you, feeling t
his wayThrown out grow up i shot (grown up my child punch em out??)He goes down on me with my (critique??) you'd mind quite a
bitDear elizabeth throw a fit, makes me feel like i'm litGet out of handGet under footGet to the square rootPut a word t
o a feelin'Let 'em know with whom they're dealin'Faint talk after the song ends:That's what you told me to do!No, don't d
o that crash, that sucks.See, that's what you told me to do!She looked at me and goes 'now'...