I'm totally wrecked and it's starting to show But I still have more life than most people I know Let's skip the charades, you know I'm just a waste Like you're the Queen of England It's your turn to wallow and burn It's your turn to apologize It's your turn... filthy like me It's your turn to be vilified I'm a total fat f** twat and everyone knows I'm counting the days, but I have nowhere to go You may have reigned, now you're circling the drain Put on our happy faces in vain It's your turn to wallow and burn It's your turn to apologize It's your turn... filthy, like me It's your turn to be vilified I've done the math and I know there's no hope So maybe it's the blows to the head or the dope Cause like an infection that's decided to stay Your pills and your prayers will not take me away Explicit enemies become Implicit allies, you're mine Zero sum, mutually a**ured Destruction, and no one wins