Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
I was a troubled teen
Who put an advert in a magazine
To the annoyance of my imaginary lover
She doubted my philosophy and this is what she said to meShe said, Oh, you, you're green
You don't know what love means, let me tell you
Tickles you pink, oh yeah, but it likes to hear you scream
Fire and damnation, lamentations for the likes of youWhen she goes, just let her go
If she says she's going, make sure she goes
Make sure she goesI was a troubled teen
Untroubled only in my daydreams
To the annoyance of somebody or other
Questioned my integrity and this is what they said to meThey said, Oh, you will be where you belong
But it's only blood from broken hearts writes the words to every song
There's a beautific smile for the fawners and the servants
Oh but I, only I, only II can see the serpent, oh, you, you're green
You don't know what love means, let me tell you
Tickles you pink, oh yeah, it likes to hear you scream
Fire and damnation, lamentations for the likes of youWhen she goes, just let her go
If she says she's going, make sure she goes
Make sure she goesFor the likes of youWhen she goes, just let her go
If she says she's going, make sure she goes
Make sure she goesWhen she goes, just let her go
If she says she's going, you make sure she goes
Make sure she goes