God Damn You - Screeching Weasel

You’ve stolen from my family

Ripped the soul out of my daughter

And then had the guts to claim she made it up

The courts, of course, can’t do a thing

«Your honor, she’s delusional»

And so you sit here arrogant and smug

They all know exactly what you’re really made of

But they won’t say a word to you

If they know what’s good for them

I’ve known too many men like you

Convinced that you’re invincible

Until you’ve pushed too far and it’s too late

I might not be as powerful as you

But don’t think I won’t follow through

Until I’ve finally seen you pay

Sir, this rude intrusion is too much

We’ve humored you for long enough

Poor soul have you gone off your meds

If you recall, the judge found that

Your daughter-An Adult- Was simply blaming

Mr. Swank for her regrets

Toad, it’s obvious a woman’s never loved you

But should you somehow ever have a daughter

You will sing another tune

A curse on both of you

God damn you both to hell

God damn you both to hell

God damn you both to hell

God damn you- go to hell

God help me!

[Forming a semicircle as they move towards Zanoni

While security pulls Zanoni back towards the door]

Get out!

God help me!

Get out!

Get out!

God help me!

Get out!

God help me!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Oh my god!

Get him out!

Oh my god!

Get him out!