When it hits the fan
Is it any surprise?
The tension was building
And now the dung flies
That thing that was lurking
Would rear it's little head
Maybe now maybe then
Now you wish it were dead
You preached and you yelled
You made threats all day long
You gave ultimatums
You sang your same song
Whatever the reason
That wasn't enough
To kill the beast within
Bastard's pretty dang tough
So it's out in the open
Does everyone have to know?
Or were there hints all along
That the secret would show
Time for decisions
Can you stand by your man?
Things are so different
Since the crap hit the fan
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