I'm getting tired of you   You're getting tired of me   And it's the final act   Of our little tragedy   So don't feign indignation   It's a fait accompli      CHORUS   You can screw everybody I've ever known   But I still won't talk to you on the phone   It's a hopeless cause-there's no use crying   And I can die, yu can die,   We can die trying   Thanks anyway, no use hangin' around   You try to put the finishing touches on me      You say it's all my fault   Who's keeping score?   Some people llike to be punished   They keep coming back for more   But I'm sick and tired   And my cock is sore      CHORUS