Call me immature.
I don't care.
It's just not fair.
I know God has a plan-
He'll fix it all.
But I can't handle this withdrawl.
Back it up--put it in reverse.
It's jut not fair.
Why do I get the curse?
I did everything right.
I followed the yellow brick road.
It's just not fair.
I carried my load.
I did my part,
And this is what I get?
It's just not fair.
And the worse part yet--
They're not one bit sorry.
They gave us everything,
Then they set fire to it.
They had our backs,
Then shoved a knife through it.
Someday they'll learn, and they'll say
"It's just not fair!"
And they'll pay.
They'll watch everything they love
Go up in smoke.
"It's just not fair!" they'll say.
Every material possession,
Every memory, everything...
And I'll be there watching
With a can of gasoline.
