The Things You Do

Color my world all black and blue The hell you dish out Comes back three-fold to you Inside your riddled rotten core I hope you get what you deserve Worse and even more How can you do the things you do? You make Satan look like Christ I swear its true How could you do the things you do? The Rolling Stones once sang a tune Singing words of sympathy Yet none were sung for you If the lord of darkness seen you comin' his way He'd get on his knees And look to Jesus And start to pray