I was a troubled teen   Who put an advert in a magazine   To the annoyance of my imaginary lover   She questioned my integrity   And this is what she said to me      She said oh, you, you're green   You don't know what love means   Oh let me tell you   It tickles you pink, oh yeah   But it likes to hear you scream   Fire and damnation, lamentations   For the likes of you      When she goes, oh just let her go   If she says she's going   Just make sure she goes   Make sure she goes      I was a troubled teen   Untroubled only in my daydreams   To the annoyance of someone or others   They doubted my philosophy   And this is what they said to me      Oh, you, you'll soon be up where you belong   But it's only blood from broken hearts   And write the words to every song   And there's a beatific smile   For the fawners and the servants   Oh but I, only I      I can see the serpent   Oh, you, you're green   You don't know what love means   Let me tell you   It tickles you pink, oh yeah   Everybody likes to hear you scream   Fire and damnation, lamentations   For the likes of you      When she goes, oh just let her go   If she says she's going   Just make sure she goes   Make sure she goes