Souvenirs of pain  Non-physical  Colour me again,"Mr.Miserable"  Voodoo that you do  Weaponized  Not until you're through  Have I realized  I 've only got myself to blame  In name.  There's plenty of blame to go round  You cast my name into the ground  Poison me, with food fit for a moron  Plain to see, the hate we share in common  Pouring again  Worms begin to turn.  I'm gasoline, and it's your time to burn.  My vengeance stokes the flame, it's a shame  There's plenty of shame to go round  I burnt your whorehouse to the ground  Hooray for me  You go back to Manchester,I will stay in New York  Now you're the queen of England  Calling me a serf.  I'm given cause to wonder  Can arson lead to murder?  You would be so pretty  Beneath a peck of dirt.  Accusations, burn through my brain  For homicide, was I really to blame?  Blame  Blame  Blame  Blame  Blame  Blame....  L.Whitsel/P.Allgood/B.Smith, BMI  (c)2009 All Rights Reserved.    these lyrics are submitted by Artist_Info