Nip At My Heels

Don’t nip at my heels anymore
Show me the way, I’m out the door
Don’t spin my wheels no more
Don't nip at my heels anymore

There were three crocks of ale, no way similar in brew
The first was hiding cold deceit behind a welcome reddish hue
The second was a woman’s jealous fruit, poison to the touch
The third was a draught so sparkling, with loyalty too much
It’s a long time coming, and a longer time to be gone away
Say goodbye

Don’t nip at my heels anymore
Show me the way, I’m out the door
Don’t spin my wheels no more
Don't nip at my heels anymore

Some drink from their own bitter cup
and simmer in a toxic stew
Thrust a knife dipped in cold dark hate
it can only poison you
I drink a vintage wine from a chalice of life
free from all that petty strife loving all my life
It’s a long time coming, and a better time to be gone away
Say goodbye

Don’t nip at my heels any more
Show me the way, I’m out the door
Don’t spin my wheels no more
Don't nip at my heels anymore
Don’t nip at my heels anymore
Don’t nip at my heels anymore

Your jealousy will eat you alive

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