The bitch went nuts. She stabbed my basketball. And the speakers to my stereo. She called me ´cunt´ But nothing prepared me for
what I found when I came home. Oh and I made my own bed. I lie in it. You lie in yours. You lie, you lie, in yours. But they want more, they´re at my door with torches. Please leave me alone, you know. Just shut it. Just shut it. Just shut it.
The bitch went nuts. She photoshopped my face onto every boy who´d done her wrong. And as she burned I telepathically into the brains of all her embittered rooms. Oh, now, now they want more. They´re at my door with torches. Scores, and scores, and scores to settle with themselves. You would have thought I´d scorned them all.
They´ve got a doll of me, they´re burnin´, they´re burnin´, they´re burnin´, they´re burnin´, they´re burnin´ their own memories.
Why do they all go? Why do they all go?
The bitch went nuts, y´all. But everyone said she might. Holy fucking shit. Seriously now. Now they want more. They´re at my door with torches. Scores and scores. You would have thought I´d scorned them all. They´ve got a doll of me, they´re burnin´.