Thirty licks with a belt; same old tricks on myself.
And I wonder: Does everyone else live this way?
A succession of tests, a triumphant success,
Each time, I´m still in-tact, at the end of the day.

Thirty drops in a glass, keep my temper and pass
With my breath held. You bastards, you lucked out again!
It´s not really so bad. There?s still mom, there?s still
Damage to do before they wrest the axe from my hands.

It´s no mystery: you should obviously go,
Before I break everything.
You?re always telling me that you´re dying to know;
But you?re not really listening.

How do I manage to station myself in harms way,
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering...
That I have no way to pay? And no strength to argue.

My personal demons can scheme with professional care...
Oh, god, they´re after me!
If I could shut them out just for a second,
I swear:
I could stop this catastrophe.

Thirty day guarantee,
But they can´t have meant me.
After all, I was born to a child-proof world.
No sharp corners, or glass,
Small objects, or plastic bags.
Please, these are death to a delicate girl.

It´s no mystery - you should obviously know
That I?ll destroy everything.
So don´t go telling me that you´re dying to know-
´Cause you?ll get what you´re asking for.

And I still manage to station myself in harm´s way,
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering,
Stating I came the wrong day.
Now all the demons are screaming, their wages aren´t fair.
I´ve left a secret kept.
If I could shut them up just for a second, I swear:
It?ll look like an accident.
I could be decent yet!
The magnificent end:
I could be president....