I am a pain in you're [bad word] 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 [bad word] home to [bad word] 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 [bad word] you little princess
Who the [bad word] 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 [bad word] home to [bad word] home to [bad word] home to me

Yeah well your [bad word] home to [bad word] home to [bad word] home to me

You know well the circus gonna have you on a [bad word] mantelpiece
The mantelpiece
The mantelpiece