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 stationYou 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 meSo 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 stationYou 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 meYeah, 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