Send me home to bust my back
Strap me to your torture rack
You're out all night: you sleep all day
When we talk I've got no say
There's five bad points
All chalked up for you
Got five of my own
I think they'll come through
Yeah, they're gonna take you to your virgin death
You're gonna get it

Well I just want your soul: before you're too old
You need to wait until it's too late, yeah