People you loveWill turn their backs on youYou’ll lose your hairYour teethYour knife will fall out of its sheathBut you still don’t like to leave before the end ofthe moviePeople you hate will get their hooks into youThey’ll pull you downYou’ll frownThey’ll tar you and drag you through townBut you still don’t like to leave before the end ofthe movieNo you still don’t like to leave before the end of theshowPeople you hate will get their hooks into youThey’ll pull you downYou’ll frownThey’ll tar you and drag you through townBut you still don’t like to leave before the end ofthe movieNo you still don’t like to leave before the end of theshow