I am a pain in you're ass And I'm wondering how long it's gonna last Be my mirror, be my friend, Be the workhouse of the energy I twist your arm to spin
Everyday, like a power station You know it isn't good I know you're burning too much wood Oh, and you burn out The twisted irony is Your ashes come home to me Come home to me
So we take a walk To make some sense And I'm wondering if you fancy my advance I have pushed you Way too far And you say Fuck you little princess Who the hell do you think you are?
Everyday, like a power station You know it isn't good You know you're burning too much wood But I said if you burn out The twisted irony is Your ashes come home to me Come home to me Come home to me
Yeah well your ashes come home to me Come home to me Come home to me
You know well the circus gonna have you on a fucking mantelpiece The mantelpiece The mantelpiece
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