I'm fed up with guys. You're getting on my nerves! I've had more than enough of your dirty tricks! It's your turn to suffer! My voice echoes throughout the neighborhood. And there, soaked, staggering, exhausted, I make a decision I swear I'll never go back on: I'm not going to let them get away with anything anymore. We're starting from scratch. We're turning the tables.
I'm fed up with guys. You're driving me crazy! I've had more than enough of your dirty tricks! It's your turn to suffer! My voice echoes throughout the neighborhood. And there, soaked, staggering, exhausted, I make a decision I swear I'll never go back on: I'm not going to let them get away with anything anymore. We're starting from scratch. We're turning the tables. I'm going to make that bastard pay. Every player has to slap you a thousand times. I'm going to get revenge for everything. Since no happiness will fall from some illusory heaven, I'm ready to go to the very depths of hell to get what little is rightfully mine. Sweet Marie is dead, drowned in grief. Now, it's wicked Marie who's in charge. From now on, I'm returning the favor and giving everyone a taste of their own medicine. My female dog's dogs have been born, and there will be enough for everyone. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and I'm frozen. Rage is suffocating me, hatred is consuming me.
