I am granade, 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
Anaestetic 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 toyr 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
Anaestetic 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 best friend
Pour petrol on my clothes
That switch in your bedroom that hides everything you do
has another fingerprint
Your bedside lamp is your best friend
I declare my demons have won
I declare my demons have won