It's criminal how you crawl out so pristine

Such a happy bunny living in a sad machine

I got so much love in me for what it's worth.

I got so much love in me God, it hurts

You want to go to bed and prove to me the future's dead.

It hurts to let you in, scratch my skin, every way you can, pretty fingers made of lead, so turn me on, yes, me to death, but there's no key.

Stuck here, stuck here, stuck here, stuck here, baby.

Walk up downtown, living in 7L.

My secondhand dress in my bloody valentine hell

I got so much love in me, it kills the time

Come on, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it Fuck off with my pride The bottle's low and so is my mind It hurts to let you in You scratch my skin In every way you can Pretty figures made of lead You turn me on

Yes, me or death, but there's no key

Stuck in, stuck in, stuck in, stuck in the baby.

I'll show you.

OOBAP!

OOBAP!

OOBAP!

OOBAP!

OOBAP!

OOBAP!

OOBAP!

OOBA!

OOBA!

OOBA!

OOBA!

OOBA!

OOBA!

OOBA!

It hurts and I can't win.

You correct me without trying.

You think you've got problems.

It hurts to let you in Scratch my skin in every way you can Pretty figures made of lead

To turn me on And get me to death But there's no key

Stuck in, stuck in, stuck in, stuck in Stuck in, stuck in, stuck in, stuck in, I'm leaving