Take your string bikinis, your apple martinis Take what’s left there in the bank Take your flat iron and your curlers Your sparkling water and that damn perfume I never liked Take your black Mercedes all that stuff for ladies To me you’re just a total

Never held me in my darkest hours Once we were made like towers Everything could've been ours Nothing at all You never brought me flowers And you left it so late that my heart feels nothing nothing in towers But you left it too late now my heart feels

Some day you'll know just how it feels Shattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride Like you were never nothing special Made you feel like another spoke in the wheel While you left me there twice before Lord, I question whether I've had my fill Lord, I

There's no country left You were never truly loved You've only been betrayed You were never truly nurtured By churches or the state You left unprotected To these wild and fragile lands That you could rise up like a god Arm yourself, you can be strong

And well, I think I've gone mad Isn't that so sad? And what a shame you've lost a brain that you never had Oh mum check the car it can’t have gone far I must have left it on a train or lost in a bar It’s likely in a Sainsbury’s Flirting with the girls

The color of the sun and his eyes were green He had the nerve and he had the blood The Tennessee stud was long and lean There was never a horse like the Tennessee stud Back about eighteen and twenty five I left Tennessee very much alive I never would've

Come on, come on, come on Number one party anthem Before the moment's gone So you're on the prowl wondering whether she left already or not Leather jacket collar popped like antenna, never knowing when to stop Sunglasses indoors par for the course,

You choose your path. Don't shift the blame. You ran your course. You lost sight of your aim. Wrong choices linger, Like scars remain Long after the bleeding stops. There's nowhere left to hide from the shame. Never again.

Take your string bikinis, your apple martinis Take what’s left there in the bank Take your flat iron and your curlers Your sparkling water and that damn perfume I never liked Take your black Mercedes all that stuff for ladies To me you’re just a total

Like those gasping for their last breath We cannot hide there's nothing left This world was never worthy But how can I call it unfaithful Every promise was fulfilled As decay crawled from it's throat Like the dead rising from an open grave Lips of