You're just an old fashioned axeman waitin' in the wings
And your photos tell a story I guess you've had your fling
But now it's done it's over and you wish to make amends
By plotting out your tactics and seeking your revenge
But do they know what you do at night when
You're not home in your bed?
And don't they know what we think of you?
Don't they know? We wish you were dead

Well we've listened to the rumours
and we've listened to the lies
You say there's no hard feelings
but that's not what's in your eyes
People like to talk behind other peoples backs
You just hear what you wanna hear
never listen to the facts

But do they know what you do at night when
You're not home in your bed?
And don't they know what we think of you?
Don't they know? We wish you were dead
You're just and old fashioned axeman waitin' in the wings
Yes your photos tell a story we know you've had your fling
You wanna be a rock star but you gotta make it pay
Before you sell your soul you'd better learn to play

You had a dream now it would seem you've got
To throw it up throw it away
You've got to learn well before you can earn
Hey gotta do it the hard way
It's no good breakin' up it ain't no good makin'
Up it's no good dressin' up unless you can play
You've gotta learn else all will burn do it the
Hard way do it the hard way