Something About Maggie

Maggie, don’t you know

He’s got a real fuse, about to blow?
You gotta let him go (People say, people say run away, run away)

Yeah, he thinks that he’s a DJ
Makes me want to slit my wrists
Breakin’ mirrors on the subway
No one answers to his hits
? whip it on the freeway
Mother’s about, pushin’ ? bricks, yeah
Gave him more, a leeway
No one answers to his playlist
Yeah, you gotta let him go

Maggie, don’t you know
He’s got a real fuse, about to blow?
You gotta let him go (People say, people say)
Maggie, the deck is stacked
You gotta hit your boyfriend back
You gotta hit him back (People say, people say run away, run away)

God bless the doomed ?
Thinkin’ of doin’ all the work, ooh
Goddamn the holy rovers
Makin’ the matters worse
Fourth of July and it’s snowin’ (Oh yeah)
Where do you think that you’re goin’? (Oh yeah)
Yeah, I’ll never let you go

Maggie, don’t you know
He’s got a real fuse, about to blow?
You gotta let him go (People say, people say)
Maggie, the deck is stacked
You gotta hit your boyfriend back
You gotta hit him back (People say, people say run away, run away)

(People say, people say run away, run away)
Away, away

Maggie, don’t you know
He’s got a real fuse, about to blow?
You gotta let him go (People say, people say)
Maggie, the deck is stacked
You gotta hit your boyfriend back
You gotta hit him back (People say, people say)

Maggie
Maggie
Let him go (People say, people say)
Maggie
Maggie
Hit him back (People say, people say run away, run away)