Putting you in the shade I'm afraid   All of those times when you were whipping me   It took it's toll though it was hard to see   I had a feeling that I'd come out tops   There'd be a silver lining when i let you drop   Dropping you in the drink i think   Show me a farmer with a golden goose   He makes sure that he never lets it loose   Cos if he does then the eggs ain't laid   Then the crops don't grow   And the haystacks don't get made   Cutting you to the quick cos you're sick   Pointed your gun at me just once to much   My line of defence wasn't hard to judge   And now you're ruing as you cross the street   But it's too late now cos I'm off and i found my feet      Putting you in the shade I'm afraid