Tormented to destruction by your own success   Compounded when you realise your shallowness   You couldn't get arrested everything's a mess   A curious situation that needs some redress      There's no crime in being a trier   There's no crime in being too small   I don't wanna wee in your fire   There's no crime in being at all      There's no sense in being a liar   It's time that you fell on your sword      Come on baby, do it in the oven   It's time to turn the gas on   Come on baby, throw your body over   Count up to three and then jump      You blew it, you knew it   The bubble has burst   There ain't nobody left to put the blame on      Come on baby throw the number seven   I wanna get back home      I wanna climb out of the mire   I wanna come in from the storm   I don't wanna be a livewire   I don't wanna be here at all      There's no sense in being a liar   The fact is I'm totally bored      Come on baby, do it in the oven   It's time to turn the gas on   Come on baby, throw your body over   Count up to three and then jump      You blew it, you knew it   The bubble has burst   There ain't nobody left to put the blame on      Come on baby throw the number seven   I wanna get back home      When your body hits the floor   All that pain will be no more   Complete the circle left undone   By looking after number one      See the role that you fulfil   Spoilt child of overkill   How could you have had so much   And not recognise the blessing      How sweet to be   With peace of mind   Don't you see   I'm begging you please