Petrol & Anaesthetic

I am a grenade you are a metal grate I throw myself at you but i will not break You are the bloody boot pressed into my head You are the reason that they don't care Let me steal the show please he's got nothing but sleaze He's got the cards up his sleeves The kings are at home Let me steal the show please he's got nothing but sleaze He's got the cards up his sleeves The kings are at home Pour petrol on my clothes Anaesthetic in my gums Throw away the words i wrote I declare my demons have won Darling look oh we're in such a mess And you've got my heart trapped in a masochistic check This part right now is where you load your gun For when my back is turned i guess that you have won Let me steal the show please he's got nothing but sleaze He's got the cards up his sleeves The kings are at home Let me steal the show please he's got nothing but sleaze He's got the cards up his sleeves The kings are at home Pour petrol on my clothes Anaesthetic in my gums Throw away the words i wrote That switch in your bedroom that hides everything you do Has another fingerprint Your bedside lamp is your own best friend Pour petrol on my clothes Pour petrol on my clothes Anaesthetic in my gums Throw away the words i wrote That switch in your bedroom that hides everything you do Has another fingerprint Your bedside lamp is your own best friend I declare that my demons have won I declare that my demons have won