She wants me to go out And find somebody to fight She reads too many books She got nails inside her head She reads too many books She got nails inside her head Yeah, she will not be satisfied Until I want them dead You need a different kinda man, babe One that can grab and hold your heart Need a different kind of man, babe One that can hold and grab your heart You need a different kind of man You need, you need Napoleon Bonaparte Well, when I'm dead No more good times will I crave When I'm dead No more good times will I crave You can stand and shout hero All over my lonesome grave