I am a pain, in you're a** 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 You know it isn't good I know you're burning too much wood Oh, 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 fancy my defense. I have pushed you Way too far And you say, "f** you little princess Who the hell do you think you are?" Everyday, 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 You know well the circus' gonna have you on a f**ing mantelpiece The mantelpiece The mantelpiece