I don't wanna be mean, boy
You bring out the worst in me, boy
I'm an anarchist and I set this world on fire
When you talk I'm yawning
Not my fault you're so boring
I'm a praying mantis and I'll eat you up alive
Maybe your mama was right
I'm a little bit out of my mind
And a bad decision
Gun with no trigger
Sweet taste gone bitter
When you act so problematic
So sad, it's almost tragic
No use, go figure
Placebo, Painkiller
Tell your friends I'm a bitch, I'm manic
So sad, it's almost tragic
Tried to put me in chains, boy
Rubbing dirt all over my name, boy (How dare you?)
Not your enemy, so don't make one out of me
It's a downward spiral
And now you're in denial
Just four more stages till we both agree
Maybe your mama was right
I'm a little bit out of my mind
And a bad dеcision
Gun with no trigger
Sweet taste gone bittеr
When you act so problematic
So sad, it's almost tragic
No use, go figure
Placebo, Painkiller
Tell your friends I'm a bitch, I'm manic
So sad, it's almost tragic
(Placebo, Painkiller)
Wie sieht es bei Naomi Jon eigentlich in Sachen Liebe aus? (Placebo, Painkiller)
(Placebo, Painkiller)
(Placebo)
Maybe your mama was right, yeah
I'm a little bit out of my mind
Gun with no trigger
Sweet taste gone bitter
When you act so problematic (When you act so problematic)
So sad, it's almost tragic
No use, go figure (Placebo, Painkiller)
Placebo, Painkiller
Tell your friends I'm a bitch, I'm manic
So sad, it's almost tragic
