The Peace Offering

I was filming my final scene the other day When something really rather grave came over me "Don't take it so personal," you used to say "It's only a game" The first thing I lost was belief in the system But in the end, the system always wins I bet you wanna know what happens next, don't you? Patience So if I'm being frank I have no need for your scented candles I don't need your peace offering I'd rather have the money you spent If I'm being frank So I ride into town on a blood-red horse Thinking about the thought that connects all thoughts Where did it get you being mister plus one? You're not being honest As Heaven's my witness I did you no harm There was no, no malice in my heart Even after everything you've done No, I don't wish you death by stinging nettles I don't wish you death by a thousand paper cuts No, not anymore But I, I think it's better You, you stay where you are And I continue to support you from afar Through the whispered words of mutual friends Of the Society Pages Of the Evening Standard magazine See, I remember how you operate And I see now what was really at stake So when we meet again at the crossroads And you see me the way I see you There will be no bitterness Just next time, do the right thing Do the right thing Don't be evil And do the right thing