Sheila will rise above and haunt you
For all those bad things you always do
And you'll sit in your chair, not have one ******* clue
You can't even comprehend what she is saying is true
The anger from her spits from her mouth
She's yelling and she's shouting loud
She's absolutely tired of what's going on now
You try to meet me here,  but you are not allowed
She doesn't allow what we have together anymore
She doesn't like what you have in store
She wouldn't allow your excessive drug use
Though she'd cry for your stories of child abuse
But Sheila will come back some day
And tear your precious little life away