كلمات Ashes

I am a pain In your ass And I'm wonderin' how long it's gonna last Be my mirror Be my friend Be the workhouse of the energy I twist your arm to spend Every day Like a powerstation Chorus: You know it isn't good You know you're burning too much wood But 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 fancy my defense But I have pushed you Way too far And you say "fuck you, little Princess Who the hell d'you think you are?" Every day Like a powerstation Chorus: Oh well, 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 Ah well, your ashes come home to me Come home to me Come home to me No other sucker gonna have them on the fucking mantelpiece The mantelpiece The mantelpiece