Diary Song

How could you read out my diary
And let all these men laugh at me?
I'm so sick and tired of your bullshit
You've run out of gas in your cockpit

And after all I have done for you
I gave you a home, food, booze too
And this is how you betray me
You sit there and read out my diary?

How could you read out his diary?
It warrants a police inquiry
And after all he has done for you
He gave you a home, food, booze too
And this is how you repay him
If he punched you, we would not blame him

So be on your guard
Tonight in your bed
By tomorrow morning
You could be dead
Watch your back
We're watching you
We were a team
And now we're through

Be on your guard
Tonight in your bed
By tomorrow morning
You could be dead