Ashes

I am a pain in your ass

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

Every day, like a power station

You know it isn't good

I know you're burning too much wood

Oh, and when you burn out

The twisted irony is

Your ashes come home to me

Come home to me

So we take a walk to make some sense

And I'm wondering if you'll fancy my defense

But I have pushed you way too far

And you say, "Fuck you, little princess

Who the hell do you think you are"

Every day, 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 ashes come home to me

Come home to me

Come home to me

Yeah well your ashes come home to me

Come home to me

Come home to me

'Caus no other sucker's gonna have you on the fucking mantelpiece

The mantelpiece

The mantelpiece