Turning Over Tables
by Reckless Mercy

When, when will you learn
You keep making the same mistakes
Over and over again

See, can’t you see
That I can’t do anything
Until you give up the fight

Yeah, till you give up your fight

I’m turning over tables
I’m kicking down the door
I’m busting out the windows
I’m cleaning out your soul
All right

Free, you say you wanna’ be free
But the things that you hold dear
Are the things that hold you down

And the sins, all those sins you try to hide
Like a sickness with no cure
Death knocking at your door

I’m turning over tables
I’m kicking down the door
I’m busting out the windows
I’m cleaning out your soul

And I’m burning down the bridges
To the show you call your life
How must I make it clear
You’re not a harlot, you’re my wife

You’re not a harlot, you’re my wife

See, can’t you see
That I can’t do anything
Until you give up your fight