Heart Attack

When the lights come up You're pleased to meet me I'm glad I have my life When the lights go out I'm an anxious child Won't make it a five It's not the pain, it's the memory that hurts So watch yourself I think I used to be a private detective Was I any good? I guess not Turn your back on yourself (back on yourself) Turn your back on yourself (back on yourself) Turn your back on yourself Turn your back on yourself Turn your back on yourself Turn your back on yourself Turn your back on yourself It's not the pain It's a memory that hurts So watch yourself Get out to keyhole, get out to the beach Havе a heart attack It's not the pain It's a memory that hurts you It's not thе pain, it's not the pain, no It's not the pain It's a memory that hurts you It's a heart attack When the music comes on, I'm on A professional drummer Talbott Conlan I didn't fake, I was included A professional cleaner I punched the referee, he's bad you know? I don't know, I don't know why It's not the pain, it's not the pain, it's not the pain It's a heart attack It's not the pain, it's a memory that hurts So watch yourself I'm a cardboard cut out of myself What you looking at? It's not the pain, it's a memory that hurts you It's not the pain, it's not the pain, no It's not the pain, it's a memory that hurts It's a heart attack Oh Na, na, na, na-na-na-na-na It's a heart attack, oh Turn your back on yourself, turn your back on yourself (heart attack) Na, na, na, na-na-na-na-na, na Turn your back on yourself, turn your back on yourself Na, na, na, na-na-na-na-na It's a heart attack Oh Na, na, na, na-na-na-na-na, na Turn your back on yourself, turn your back on yourself Turn your back on yourself Na, na, na, na-na-na-na-na, na It's a heart attack, heart attack It's a heart attack, it's a heart attack (girl, it's a heart attack) Na, na, na, na-na-na-na-na, na