| I'm the one to say I'm sorry if I'm wrong, but none of this seems like a crime to me | |
| It's morbid, but it must be done | |
| Nothing heard, nothing said, one more purist is dead | |
| In the corner there's a Roman dwarf, turning into a horse | |
| Call them in | |
| World is moving at my will | |
| Boredom | |
| Call them in | |
| Is taking up their time, until I call them in | |
| Turn out the light now, they're still moving | |
| Push that pedal to the floor, hit and run, you are my bowling pin | |
| When that bastard's driving, I can call myself a heroine | |
| This is the highlight of your life, this is where white trash fails | |
| We don't do curses in remorse | |
| It's so kind of you to visit me in my loneliness, I understand | |
| You see, it's not the first time for me | |
| I've already turned my back to you, to get a stab, then a kiss, you're loving this | |
| It has to wait, it's you you hate | |
| Call them in | |
| Words are meaningless until I say them | |
| Call them in | |
| But you've been called upon to sin | |
| I call you in | |
| Push that pedal to the floor, hit and run, you are my bowling pin | |
| When that bastard's driving, I can call myself a heroine | |
| This is the highlight of your life, this is where white trash fails | |
| We don't do curses in remorse |