I heard you talkin’ with your friends, Between the gossip and hairpins, You’re talkin’ about leaving me for another man. He’s got a place on broadway. A beemer, and an M.B.A., Asking “girls, can you help me find the right words to say?” Well, here’s a few. Why you gotta go there, You see, I’m losing all control here. There’s only one way out of a dead end street. With no time for cars, I started walking. Pace by pace my fury grows. With no time for cars, I started walking. Answers are all I want to know. Why linger on the one who’s pointing a finger, When I’ve got places to go. Why you gotta go there, You see, I’m losing all control here. There’s only one way out of a dead end street. So now I’m slowly stalking, With my stride guided by the moonlight. I’m slowly stalking, With a .45 by my side! Because jealousy is endless, forcing a loving man to pure insanity. As I shot him down, I said “Son, you should have known better than to mess with me.”

Words and Music by Chad Abernathy Recorded at LA Audio, Olathe,KS Copyright 2013