Music: Buda (Gustavo Acioli)
Lyrics: Bronwen K. Roberts
2018 (c)(p) Salvatori Productions, Inc.
All Rights Reserved
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Slickster trickster get outta the way
I know just how dirty you can play
You sing the gospel of pain
In that reptilian brain
That ain’t my jam boy
Get on out the door, ’cause you’re not welcome anymore
Ain’t no words that you don’t try and twist
Self pity’s the hardest to resist
Lost in your little mind games
So much work to maintain
That ain’t my jam boy
Get on out the door, ’cause you’re not welcome anymore
Get on out the door, ‘cause you’re not welcome
Harboring illusion, despair and confusion,
joker don’t you know the joke’s on you.
Think you got me tied up, no I made my mind up,
don’t you know that you and me are through.
Spent so many good years
List’ning to false-heart fears
That ain’t my jam now
Get on out the door, ’cause you’re not welcome anymore
Get on out the door, ‘cause you’re not welcome
‘Cause you’re not welcome, welcome anymore
‘Cause you’re not welcome, welcome anymore
‘Cause you’re not welcome, welcome anymore
‘Cause you’re not welcome, — — — — — —
‘Cause you’re not welcome, welcome anymore
‘Cause you’re not welcome, welcome anymore
‘Cause you’re not welcome, welcome anymore
‘Cause you’re not welcome
I can see a new day
It feels so good to say
The weight is lifted, now
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