I know   The sickening thoughts that slither around your head   I know   The gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed   Manipulate me if you can   Go on and fool me like your biggest fan      I know   The arrogant pride that poisons the truth you hear   I know   The bigoted tongue that tears away all your fear   Pontificate you faded star   Go on and show me who you really are      You can lie to the papers   You can hide from the press   You can fake it on stage   You can crawl from your cage   You can search and destroy   You can kill and depend on it   I know your tainted flesh   I know your filthy soul   I know each trick you played   Whore you laid   Dream you stole   I know the bed in the room in the wall   In the house where you got what you wanted and ruined it all   I know the secrets that you keep   I know where you sleep      I know   The illness behind the image you create   I know   The tedious need to turn all you love into hate   You poor pathetic paranoid   Is it just me or do you secretly enjoy it?      You can lie to the papers   (You can lie) You can hide from the press   (You can hide) You can fake it on stage   You can crawl from your cage   You can search and destroy   You can kill and depend on it   (Fake, crawl, search, kill)   I know your tainted flesh   (You can't hide)   I know your filthy soul   (You can't hide)   I know each trick you played   (You can fake it if you try) Whore you laid   Dream you stole   I know the bed in the room in the wall   In the house where you got what you wanted and ruined it all   I know the secrets that you keep   I know where you sleep      Sleep   Sleep   Sleep      You play the victim very well   You build yourself indulgent hell   You wanted someone to understand you   Well be careful what you wish for because I do   You've got a fancy turn of phrase   You set your trap   You made your plays   You're so fond of games   You must never lose   Funny how the only one in your bed is you      You can lie to the papers   You can hide from the press   You can lie to the papers   You can hide from the press   (Fake, crawl, search, kill)   You can lie to the papers   You can hide from the press   (Fake, crawl, search, kill)   FAKE, CRAWL, SEARCH, KILL      Oh my god   Oh my god   I touched you   I can never live it down   I can never live it down   God save the queen   I love you   I can never live it down   I can never live it down   Oh, oh   I fucked you   I can never live it down   I can never live it down   I can never live it down      I know the sickening thoughts that slither around your head   I know the gluttonous guilt that buried me in your ...shh!... bed      You can lie to the papers   You can hide from the press   You can fake it on stage   You can run from your cage   You can search and destroy   You can kill and depend on it   I know your tainted flesh   I know your filthy soul   I know each trick you' played   Whore you laid   Dream you stole   I know the bed in the room in the wall   In the house where you got what you wanted and ruined it   I know the bed in the room in the wall   In the house where you got what you wanted and ruined it   I know the bed in the room in the wall   In the house where you got what you wanted and ruined it   I know the secrets that you keep   I know where you sleep      I'm wishing you the best of luck   And by the way   (Your poetry sucks)   I'm wishing you the best of luck   And by the way   (Your poetry sucks)   I'm wishing you the best of luck   And by the way (Your poetry sucks)   I'm wishing you the best of luck   And by the way