I was a troubled teen Who put adverts in a magazine To the annoyance of my imaginary lover Well she questioned my integrity And this is what she said to me
She said oh, you, you're green You don't know what love means Oh let me tell you She said it tickles you pink, oh yeah But it likes to hear you scream Fire and damnation, lamentations For the likes of you
When she goes, just let her go If she says she's going Just make sure she goes Make sure she goes
I was a troubled teen Untroubled only in my daydreams To the annoyance of somebody or other Oh well, they doubted my philosophy And this is what they said to me
Oh, you, you'll soon be up where you belong But it's only blood from broken hearts that writes the words to every song
Oh a beatific smile For the fawners and the servants Oh but I, only I, only I
I can see the serpents Oh, you, you're green You don't know what love means Well let me tell you It tickles you pink, oh yeah But it likes to hear you scream Fire and damnation, lamentations For the likes of you
When she goes, just let her go If she says she's going Just make sure she goes, make sure she goes
When she goes You just let her go If she says she's going Make sure she goes, make sure she goes