Tormented to destruction by your own success
Compounded when you realise your shallowness
You couldn't get arrested everything's a mess
A curious situation that needs some redress
There's no crime in being a trier
There's no crime in being too small
I don't wanna wee in your fire
There's no crime in being at all
There's no sense in being a liar
It's time that you fell on your sword
Come on baby, do it in the oven
It's time to turn the gas on
Come on baby, throw your body over
Count up to three and then jump