I am a pain in you're 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 Everyday like a power station You know it isn't good I know you're burning too much wood Oh and 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 advance I have pushed you Way too far And you say Fuck 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 fucking mantelpiece The mantelpiece The mantelpiece