"Ashes"

I am a pain in you're 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

Everyday, like a power station
Du know it isn't good
I know you're burning too much wood
Oh, and Du 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 Du fancy my advance
I have pushed you
Way too far
And Du say Fuck Du little princess
Who the hell do Du think Du are?

Everyday, like a power station
Du know it isn't good
Du know you're burning too much wood
But I sagte if Du 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

Du know well the circus gonna have Du on a fucking mantelpiece
The mantelpiece
The mantelpiece