My Demise - Engerica

A suicide heart throb, a basic grasp of what is what

These are the things that’ll make ya feel better

A stupid stupid stupid-oh, taught me everything I know

These are the things that’ll make ya feel better

You fantasise of German wives in leather

The drama queen, drinks Ovaltine for shelter

You shut your mouth or pucker up, whichever

I crack a smile, and all the while

You’ll never know who’s side I’m on

My demise, my demise

My demise, my demise

Don’t stop kicking til it’s dead, til mess is made of pretty head!

These are the things that’ll make you feel better

A stupid stupid stupid-oh, that taught me everything I know

These are the things that’ll make you feel better

You fantasise, of German wives in leather

The drama queen, drinks Ovaltine for shelter

You shut your mouth or pucker up, whichever

I crack a smile, and all the while

You’ll never know who’s side I’m on

My demise, my demise

My demise, my demise

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH

I’ve got a silver tongue, no one questions why

A kiss for each one down, a kiss for all your lies

My demise, my demise

My demise, my demise!