She burns friends like a piece of wood

And she's jealous of me because she never could

Hold herself up without a spine

And she'll look me up when she's doing fine

Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture

She's just someone's favourite daughter

Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters

Friends and enemies they're all the same

All the same

They'll burn her name

And crush her fame

She'll break a promise as a matter of course

Because she thinks it's fun to have no remorse

She gets what she wants and then walks away

And she doesn't give a fuck what you might say

Because it cuts her up like Irish mortar

Mother's pride is what we taught her

Soiled and petty as we happily taunt her

Friend or enemy we're all to blame

If she sits still like she knows she could

She could win this game and be the queen for good

Save herself up for the cream of the crop

Then she'll look us up when she's ready to stop

Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture

She's just someone's favourite daughter

Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters

Friends and enemies they're all the same

To burn her name

Crush her flame

We're all to blame