I am a pain
In your ass
And I'm wondering how long it's going to last
Be my mirror, be my friend
Be the workhouse of the energy I twist your arm to spend
Every day
Like a power station
You know it isn't good
I know you're 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 I'm wondering if you fancy my defense
But I have pushed you
Way too far
You say "Fuck you little princess. Who the hell do ya think you are?"

Every day
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.

Your ashes come home to me
Come home to me
Come home to me
No other sucker's gonna have you on the fucking mantelpiece
The mantelpiece
The mantelpiece