Rule number thirty-one

Do what I say and it'll be okay

If we're tied to the tracks

then you know there's no going back

Rule number thirty-two

It's not your mother that's to blame

For the year that you spent like a nymphomaniac

Can't give it to you, I can't give it

But all my friends, they all just give it away

'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round

They're not coming back, just take the Prozac

Try think something nice, don't think about how

all your friends have started looking the same

'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round

We're tied to the tracks, there's no going back now

We're tapping on your window

We're looking around for something to say

For something to say

There's someone in the garden

Looking around for something to say

Something to say

"Put the money in the bag", said the girl to the boy

Hey, boy, I think she found her favourite toy

It's not love, she can't be in love

If every time they fuck, she'll dress him like a cowboy

Don't give it a name, don't think about how

all your friends have started looking the same

'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round

We're tied to the tracks, there's no going back now

We're tapping on your window

We're looking around for something to say

For something to say

There's someone in the garden

Looking around for something to say

Something to say

All those kids who threw stones

In your spokes

You'll never have to see 'em again

My Hollywood, my Mary Anne

What's it worth if I'm never gonna get it again?

My Hollywood, my skeleton key

I wear your skin, but I'm never gonna get it again

All those kids who threw stones

In your spokes

You'll never have to see them again

What's it worth, it isn't free

My Hollywood, I'm never gonna get it again