I don't have a breaking point.
I'm quite in control,
Thank you very much.
Shall we start this up again?
Major dad, mother hen...
Your control, my concede.
Without a fight, no day's complete.
I wouldn't carry a grudge about it.
I wouldn't carry a grudge.
Throw your hat into the ring.
Lose a pawn. Protect your king.
I concede concessions made.
Throw acid in this gatorade.
I wouldn't carry a grudge about it.
I wouldn't carry a grudge.
I wouldn't carry a grudge about it.
Until the sun turns brown.
'Till this mansion burns down.
I don't have a breaking point.
I'm quit in control.
Thanks you very much.
Years from now, above our graves,
Soldiers march conceding waves.
Should I see this logic through?
This marching song's
all about me and you.
I wouldn't carry a grudge about it.
I wouldn't carry a grudge.
I wouldn't carry a grudge about it.
I wouldn't carry a grudge.
I wouldn't carry a grudge about it.
I wouldn't carry a grudge.
I wouldn't carry a grudge about it.
I don't have a breaking point.
I'm quite in control.
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.