I was a troubled teen

Who put an advert in a magazine

To the annoyance of my imaginary lover

She questioned my integrity

And this is what she said to me



She said oh, you, you're green

You don't know what love means

Oh let me tell you

It tickles you pink, oh yeah

But it likes to hear you scream

Fire and damnation, lamentations

For the likes of you



When she goes, oh just let her go

If she says she's going

Just make sure she goes

Make sure she goes



I was a troubled teen

Untroubled only in my daydreams

To the annoyance of someone or others

They doubted my philosophy

And this is what they said to me



Oh, you, you'll soon be up where you belong

But it's only blood from broken hearts

And write the words to every song

And there's a beatific smile

For the fawners and the servants

Oh but I, only I



I can see the serpent

Oh, you, you're green

You don't know what love means

Let me tell you

It tickles you pink, oh yeah

Everybody likes to hear you scream

Fire and damnation, lamentations

For the likes of you



When she goes, oh just let her go

If she says she's going

Just make sure she goes

Make sure she goes