Lyrics

[Intro] Maggie, don't you know He's got a real fuse, about to blow? You gotta let him go (People say, people say, run away, run away) [Verse 1] Gilly thinks that he's a DJ Makes me want to slit my wrist Breaking mirrors on the subway No one dances to his hits Glitter whippits on the freeway Mamas and papas shitting bricks, yeah Give your boy a little leeway No one dances to his playlist Yeah, you gotta let him go! [Chorus] Maggie, don't you know? He's got a real fuse about to blow You gotta let him go (People say, people say) Maggie, the deck is stacked You gotta hit your boyfriend back You gotta hit him back (People say, people say, run away, run away) [Verse 2] God bless the doomsday scrollers Thank you for doing all the work, ooh God damn the Holy Rollers Makin' the matters worse Fourth of July and it's snowing (Oh yeah) Where do you think that you're going? (Oh yeah) Yeah, I'll never let you go [Chorus] Maggie, don't you know? He's got a real fuse about to blow You gotta let him go (People say, people say) Maggie, the deck is stacked You gotta hit your boyfriend back You gotta hit him back (People say, people say, run away, run away) [Bridge] (People say, people say, run away, run away) Away, away [Chorus] Maggie, don't you know? He's got a real fuse about to blow You gotta let him go (People say, people say) Maggie, the deck is stacked You gotta hit your boyfriend back You gotta hit him back (People say, people say, run away, run away) [Outro] Maggie Maggie Let him go (People say, people say) Maggie Maggie Hit him back (People say, people say, run away, run away)