Excuse me, Mister,
How are you today?
You keep sinking in, (sinking in)
Take what you want and
I'm melting, not on the inside;
Like a father who left me, sucking me dry
Too little, too, too late for you to say sorry and,
I'm just another toy in your box

We'll serve them as a dish
A dish fit for the gods
Fit for the gods!

Win over and a minute from this past year,
Share a needle of blood, sweat and tears
Little too late for you to say sorry,
Game over, I'm sorry

Excuse me, Mister,
How are you tonight?
You keep digging,
Take what you want and
I'm melting, from inside;
A bad apple, left out to dry
Too little, too, too late for you to say sorry and,
I'm just another toy in your box

We'll serve them as a dish
A dish fit for the gods
Fit for the gods!

Win over and a minute from this past year,
Share a needle of blood, sweat and tears
Little too late for you to say sorry,
Game over, I'm sorry

Ladies and gentlemen,
Boys and girls;
Gather 'round!
May I present to you
Money
And greed!

Too little, too too late for you to say sorry and,
I'm just another toy in your box

Win over and a minute from this past year,
Share a needle of blood, sweat and tears
Little too late for you to say sorry,
Game over, I'm sorry