Driving fast in the lane of the cold remains of L.A.
Winter comes, winter goes, but it all just stays the same
Don't be getting lonely, I won't be there to hold me
In fact, I won't be there at all
Don't you say that you want me back, baby
What I'm 'bout to do ain't that bad, baby
Compared to the knife that's in my back
Because of you, babe
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Because of you, babe
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
In the back barber's chair, better cut my hair again
To my friends, my sweet friends
(Uhm, well, you better find a new fucking friend, I'm gone)
It's no celebration, it's just a big occasion
From the man who loved you at all
Don't you say that you want me back, baby
What I'm 'bout to do ain't that bad, baby
Compared to the knife that's in my back
Because of you, babe
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Because of you, babe
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Because of you, babe, because of you, babe
Because of you, babe
Because of you, babe
Because of you, babe