Ashes

I am a pain in your 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

Every day, like a power station You know it isn't good I know you're burning too much wood Oh, and 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'll fancy my defense But I have pushed you way too far And you say, "Fuck you, little princess Who the hell do you think you are"

Every day, like a power station 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

Yeah well your ashes come home to me Come home to me Come home to me

'Caus no other sucker's gonna have you on the fucking mantelpiece The mantelpiece The mantelpiece