must have been a plan
to drag me under.
seems they've pulled this stunt before.
each time i try to leave this place they slam the door.
talk about a scam.
they promised heaven.
said i'd see my better days.
they call me an angel then they damn me with faint praise.

so where is my valhalla?
and who's in charge here anyway?
they're out of my favorite flavor again.
so soon i'll pack my head and swing out west.

how can i
trust anybody
after what they've put me through?
looking for sympathy's like hammering a screw.
what about the urn
to hold my ashes?
isn't there some place i'd be at peace?
never believe it 'cause there's always something
up their sleeves.

so where is my valhalla . . .

yes it was a plan.
and now i'm under.
and they're dancing in the dirt.
look's like i'll never get my precious piece,
my just dessert.