You and I’ve been chewing on
Different ends of the same bone
And I don’t like you.
Thats the plainest I can say it.
But one thing I refuse to do
Is waste my time hating you
Thats a school yard game
And I’m not gonna play it.
Keep your cool son, leave it be.
We’re both too old for this, believe me.

I’ve come to doubt your sanity
And you think much the same of me
But like it or not,
We’re in this thing together.
Like a match without a head
Like Casanova in a single bed
Its a useless thing
And we should both know better.
So keep your cool son, leave it be.
We’re both too old for this, believe me.

With everyone here as a witness
Lets put this whole thing to bed
Cos I get so blue whenever
I see red
Keep your cool son, leave it be.
We’re both too old for this, believe me.