I am a pain in your 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, 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 defence 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 'Cause no other sucker's gonna have you on the fucking mantelpiece The mantelpiece The mantelpiece