I don't wanna be mean, boy

You bring out the worst in me, boy

I'm an anarchist and I set this world on fire

When you talk I'm yawning

Not my fault you're so boring

I'm a praying mantis and I'll eat you up alive

Maybe your mama was right

I'm a little bit out of my mind

And a bad decision

Gun with no trigger

Sweet taste gone bitter

When you act so problematic

So sad, it's almost tragic

No use, go figure

Placebo, painkiller

Tell your friends I'm a bitch, I'm manic

So sad, it's almost tragic

Tried to put me in chains, boy

Rubbing dirt all over my name, boy (How dare you?)

Not your enemy, so don't make one out of me

It's a downward spiral

And now you're in denial

Just four more stages 'til we both agree

Maybe your mama was right

I'm a little bit out of my mind

And a bad decision

Gun with no trigger

Sweet taste gone bitter

When you act so problematic

So sad, it's almost tragic

No use, go figure

Placebo, painkiller

Tell your friends I'm a bitch, I'm manic

So sad, it's almost tragic

Placebo, painkiller, placebo, painkiller

Wie sieht es bei Naomi Jon eigentlich in Sachen Liebe aus?

Placebo, painkiller, placebo

Maybe your mama was right

I'm a little bit out of my mind

Gun with no trigger

Sweet taste gone bitter

When you act so problematic

So sad, it's almost tragic

No use, go figure

Placebo, painkiller

Tell your friends I'm a bitch, I'm manic

So sad, it's almost tragic