I'm getting tired of you
You're getting tired of me
And it's the final act
Of our little tragedySo don't feign indignation, it's a, fait accompli
You can screw everybody I've ever known
But I still won't talk to you on the phoneIt's a hopeless cause there's no use crying
And I can die, you can die, we can die trying
Thanks anyway, no use hangin' around
You try to put the finishing touches on meYou say it's all my fault
Who's keeping score?
Some people like to be punished
They keep coming back for moreBut I'm sick and tired and my cock is sore
You can screw everybody, I've ever known
But I still won't talk to you on the phoneIt's a hopeless cause there's no use crying
And I can die, you can die, we can die trying
Thanks anyway, no use hangin' around
You try to put the finishing touches on meYou can screw everybody I've ever known
But I still won't talk to you on the phoneIt's a hopeless cause there's no use crying
And I can die, you can die, we can die trying
Thanks anyway, no use hangin' around
You try to put the finishing touches on meThanks anyway
Finishing touches, finishing touches on me
Finishing touches, finishing touches on me
Finishing touches, finishing touches on me
Finishing touches, finishing touches on me