If you could just control that violent temper
Well hun we could work it out
You could be the girl I run away with
To the west coast
Who are we What are they
Six feet under twenty-three
I've never failed to show the part of me
That wears his on heart on his sleeve
Pick up your final check
Tell your work that you're dead
Leave a note at your desk
You're relocating elsewhere
Nobody knows your name
If we could just find a way to control
That temper
If we could just find a way to control that