Revenge ... Best Served Cold - Prong

Looking out of windows, looking under cars

Like to keep you thinking, staying on guard

Nothing ever happens, you wonder why

The constant paranoia is of someone’s design

Doorbell is ringing, no one’s outside

I like my revenge… best served cold

For a lack of respect and a lack of a soul

Best served cold

Suddenly a shadow under your door

A click of a magazine, your door’s not secured

Find an old photograph, was that ever there?

Are those really footsteps walking up your stairs?

I like my revenge… best served cold

For a lack of respect and a lack of a soul

I like my revenge… best served cold

With total contempt of an arctic storm

Best served cold

I like my revenge… best served cold

Me and you

There’s a history unattended to

It’s a story with no ending to

With a mystery of who’s after you

Me and you

You wonder why it never happens to you

With no one really getting back to you

This history of me and you

I like my revenge… best served cold

For a lack of respect and a lack of a soul

I like my revenge… best served cold

With total contempt of an arctic storm

I like my revenge… best served cold

I like my revenge… best served cold

I like my revenge… best served cold