You sat on a timebomb, a passion lifelong
No lows or highs or wheres or whys
But now it's over, it's time to show her
You could have a goody-good head on your shoulder
The fish is delicious
God seems to have listened to my wishes
It's twelve on the stroke, you're out of breath on the ropes
Tryin' to sleep as a target of practical jokes
You're made to feel inferior, a fit of hysteria
Pretty outfought by mean criteria
You're nothing, you're nothing, no
Tell yourself it helps
And heads will, their heads will roll
Because they sell themselves
It takes no weed to feel that I need
To beat the rhythm of the universe
Bur if you love me a little
You give me a riddle
So that I can't help thinking for hours on end
You sat on a timebomb, a passion lifelong
No lows or highs or wheres or whys
But now it's over, it's time to show her
You could have a goody-good head on your shoulder
Look onthe bright side, drop those bitchy gestures
Look into your brain to find your better pastures
They say when the cat's away the mice will play
Don't you know the cat's dead if you want it so
It takes no weed to feel that I need
To beat the rhythm of the universe
Bur if you love me a little
You give me a riddle
So that I can't help thinking for hours on end
