I was a troubled teen
 Who put adverts in a magazine
 To the annoyance of my imaginary lover
 Well 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
 She said 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, 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 somebody or other
 Oh well, 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 that writes the words to every song
 Oh a beatific smile
 For the fawners and the servants
 Oh but I, only I, only I

 I can see the serpents
 Oh, you, you're green
 You don't know what love means
 Well 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, just let her go
 If she says she's going
 Just make sure she goes, make sure she goes

 When she goes
 You just let her go
 If she says she's going
 Make sure she goes, make sure she goes