I am a pain in you're ass

And I'm wondering how long it's gonna last

Be my mirror, be my friend,

Be the workhouse of the energy

I twist your arm to spin



Everyday, like a power station

You know it isn't good

I know you're burning too much wood

Oh, and you burn out

The twisted irony is 

Your ashes come home to me

Come home to me



So we take a walk

To make some sense

And I'm wondering if you fancy my advance

I have pushed you

Way too far

And you say Fuck you little princess

Who the hell do you think you are?



Everyday, like a power station

You know it isn't good

You know you're 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



Yeah well your ashes come home to me

Come home to me

Come home to me



You know well the circus gonna have you on a fucking mantelpiece

The mantelpiece

The mantelpiece