Baby, seasons change, but people don't, and
I'll always be waiting in the back room
I'm boring, but overcompensate with
Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography

But don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend

We don't fight fair
We don't fight fair

They say your head can be a prison
Then these are just conjugal visits
People will dissect us till
This doesn't mean a thing anymore

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines, oh-oh-oh
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed in secret places, oh-woah
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed in secret places

We don't fight fair
We don't fight fair
We don't fight fair
We don't fight fair
We don't fight fair...

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed in secret places, oh-woah
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed in secret places

We don't fight fair, with smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed in secret places
We don't fight fair (Don't pretend you ever forgot about me)
We don't fight fair (Don't pretend you ever forgot about me)
We don't fight fair

Well, nobody wants to burn in Hell
But everybody's got a soul to sell
When I was young my mama gave me some advice
She said "Boy, don't you know everybody's got a price?"

I make lots of money, I make more money than you
I drive around in my limo, that's what I was born to do
And I might like you better if we fucked together
If it's not to be, you know that I got somethin' better for you:

Naked pictures of your mother
Naked pictures of your mother
Naked pictures of your mother, GO

Solo!

I dropped a bomb on Japan
I was a hostage in Iran
I'm the ugly American
Now I'm a government man
A government man!

And I make lots of money, I make more money than you
I drive around in my limo, that's what I was born to do
And I might like you better if we fucked together
If it's not to be, you know that I got somethin' better for you:

Naked pictures of your mother
Naked pictures of your mother
Naked pictures of your mother, GO

Take my hand dollface
Please don't be afraid
I only wanna decorate
The walls with your brains

One more time!
For the broken hearted (Hey! Hey!)
Two more times!
For my dearly departed
Three time whore!
Cupid's coming for you (Hey! Hey!)
Down! Down! Down!
Karma's gonna get you

I look at you and what I see
Is how much I hate you when you breathe
Lovely slits around your neck
Started in love, ended in death
Your pretty eyes are in a daze
No expression on your face
No screaming, no breathing
Just you pleading
Oh my god, I think she's bleeding!

One more time!
For the broken hearted (Hey! Hey!)
Two more times!
For my dearly departed
Three time whore!
Cupid's coming for you (Hey! Hey!)
Down! Down! Down!
Karma's gonna get you

You got blood on my favorite shirt
Fuck you bitch, I'll make you hurt
Girl, you got something that you deserved
Your spot in hell just got reserved
I gave you my life, so I'm taking yours
Now I'm gonna fuck all your friends on tour
Not here to mend the promises that you break
I'm just fixing God's only mistake

One more time!
For the broken hearted (Hey! Hey!)
Two more times!
For my dearly departed
Three time whore!
Cupid's coming for you (Hey! Hey!)
Whoa, whoa
Nana nana na na

One, two, three, four, go and grab your chainsaw!
Five, six, seven, eight, spray your brains on the wall!
Hahaha, hahaha, hahahah!
Kill, kill, kill, motherfuckers
Kill, kill, kill, motherfuckers!
Kill, kill, kill, monster!
Kill, kill, kill, motherfuckers!
Happy Violentine's Day! Haha bitch!
I fucked your friend! (Fucker!)

One more time!
For the broken hearted (Hey! Hey!)
Two more times!
For my dearly departed
Three time whore!
Cupid's coming for you (Hey! Hey!)
Down! Down! Down!
Karma's gonna get you

Whoa, whoa (Hey! Hey!)
Nana nana na na
One more time!
For the broken hearted
Whoa, whoa (Hey! Hey!)
Nana nana na na
Two more times!
For my dearly departed (Hey! Hey!)
Nana nana na na