Ashes

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 me