It’s the opening act, Bob and Rag’ are in love (isn’t that cute)
In an act of love, they get married after high school
They thought it would last, pass the test of time
But as time goes by, the question becomes “why?”
Like tearing wings off of a butterfly, the love dies
No spark, no light, no home in sight
Just a prison, somewhere for hope to die
Where contraband is getting text messages from another man
Another man to stand in Bob’s place
“Fuck this goddamn place”
Grass lookin’ greener, she’s getting spring fever
Just looking at the neighbor’s chiseled abs
While Bob only drinks a 6-pack
Complains about his back after chopping down Cedar
(Trust me, I don’t like where this story’s going either)
It’s a play, it’s just a book
Where fate dictates the ground rules
Coaching you on every move
But sidelines you in the moment of truth
It’s a play, it’s just a book
Where fate dictates the ground rules
Coaching you on every move
But sidelines you in the moment of truth
Sun-kissed skin in a mini dress
Blessed with two globes on her chest
The hem giving a glance at heaven every time she bends
Hoping the neighbor takes a handful of what she’s offerin’
Through the art of seduction
And the part of the brain that loves reproduction
He fucks her and she fucking loves it
She does it dozens of more times
While Bob is at work, she’s losing her mind
Butt busting nuts is a war crime
Like dropping bombs on Hiroshima four times
He crossed the proper line
Came inside of her house, on her blouse
While she was face down on the couch
Not thinkin’ of the repercussion as she’s recoverin’
Shouts coming from south as Bob sees what she’s covered in
It’s a play, it’s just a book
Where fate dictates the ground rules
Coaching you on every move
But sidelines you in the moment of truth
It’s a play, it’s just a book
Where fate dictates the ground rules
Coaching you on every move
But sidelines you in the moment of truth
Now that we’re past the climax, it’s time for this story to end
The neighbor’s already dead, shredded like chicken
From the knife from the kitchen, all Rag’ could do was listen
She sobbed but Bob wasn’t listening to her two cents
As far as he was concerned, a concert was playing in his ears
Constantly playing a melody only he could hear
“That’s for all the times you stabbed me in the back”
She’s taken aback, shaken, like he’s taking a back
Like it’s her back, she stumbles, jaw slacked
In 25 years she’s never seen his violence
Now she’s gasping air in silence
Her mind a mess and about to go mindless
Yet another story, fucking timeless (timeless classic)
It’s a play, it’s just a book
Where fate dictates the ground rules
Coaching you on every move
But sidelines you in the moment of truth
It’s a play, it’s just a book
Where fate dictates the ground rules
Coaching you on every move
But sidelines you in the moment of truth
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