Texty: Dirty Pretty Things. Bang Bang You're Dead.

I knew all along
That I was right at the start
Bout the seeds of the weeds
That grew in your heart

Self satisfaction for the factions
Who formed to tear us apart
Well, I gave you the Midas touch
Oh, you turned round and scratched out my heart

Oh, what did you expect?
Oh, tell me what did you expect?
To lay it on my head
So is it all upon my head?

Bang, bang, you're dead
Always so easily lead
Bang, bang, you're dead
Put all the rumors to bed
Bang, bang, you're dead

I knew all along
But I was loathe to believe
There was nothing but spite
Fury and lies of the words that you weave

An illusion to a conclusion
And oh, it's, oh, so tawdry
When you put it to bed, kick it in the head
Oh, won't they just let it be?

Bang, bang, you're dead
Always so easily lead
Bang, bang, you're dead
Put all the rumors to bed
Bang, bang, you're dead

Oh, what did you expect?
Oh, tell me what did you expect?
To lay it on my head
So is it all upon my head?

Bang, bang, you're dead
Always so easily lead
Bang, bang, you're dead
Put all the rumors to bed
Bang, bang, you're dead
Bang, bang, bang, bang, you're dead