Swing Out West

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.