"Ashes"

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
te know it isn't good
I know you're burning too much wood
Oh, and te 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 te fancy my advance
I have pushed you
Way too far
And te say Fuck te little princess
Who the hell do te think te are?

Everyday, like a power station
te know it isn't good
te know you're burning too much wood
But I detto if te 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

te know well the circus gonna have te on a fucking mantelpiece
The mantelpiece
The mantelpiece