I am a pain in your ass And Im wondering how long its gonna last Be my mirror, be my friend Be the workhouse of the energy I twist your arm to spin Every day like a power station
You know it isnt good I know youre burning too much wood Oh, when 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 Im wondering if you fancy my defense But I have pushed you way too far And you say, Fuck you, little princess Who the hell do you think you are? Every day like a power station
You know it isnt good You know youre 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 'Cos no other sucker's gonna have you On the fucking mantelpiece The mantelpiece, the mantelpiece