Frances she lost forty pounds, so what about me?
|
Well I don't know much about anything
|
But I know I've got to pay
|
They never feed me, never let me watch T-V
|
They're gonna wish they never fucked with me
|
|
Spotlight pointed in my face, what's going on?
|
They're about to punish me for something that all of us would have done
|
I managed to escape, but I wasn't gone for long
|
They're holding me down, twisting my arm saying "You're the one to blame"
|
|
Still I haven't got a clue what's really on my mind
|
If you just got off my back the truth will be easier to find
|
|
How can I say that it was I? how can I say that it was I who broke the chain?
|
So what's with me? i'm such a mess
|
Mr. Twistmyarm is forcing me to confess
|
|
Don't know what's come over me, don't know what popped out
|
But I think I'm beginning to sense what this is really all about
|
They're looking for someone like me
|
For someone to blame, to take a fall, to take a dive
|
For someone they can frame
|
|
Still I haven't got a clue what's really on my mind
|
If you just got off my back the truth will be easier to find
|
|
-----------------
|
You Think You're So Darn Special
|
The Hives |