Lyrics:
It makes you madI see your head in a bagOh dear God, you look so fucking sadIt makes you beforeIt isn't the style, it's what you're fighting forIt makes you feel gladholiday fingering that seems to ring so badIt makes you beforeBelligerent God is what you're fighting forI need to, need toI need to own you... to know I want youI need to argueYou were never (a) jealous loverIt makes you madSo, so sadIt makes you beforeBelligerent God is what you're fighting forIt makes me feel badHoliday fingering that seems to ring so badI need to, need toI need to own you to know I want youI need to, I'm boredYou were never (a) jealous loverOh dear godI need to, need toI need to own you to know I want youI need to argueYou were never (a) jealous loverIt makes you madYour head in a bag, God, you look so fucking sad