It makes you madnI see your head in a bagnOh dear God, you look so fucking sadnIt makes you beforenIt isn't the style, it's what you're fighting fornnIt makes you feel gladnholiday fingering that seems to ring so badnIt makes you beforenBelligerent God is what you're fighting fornnI need to, need tonI need to own you...to know I want younI need to arguenYou were never (a) jealous lovernnIt makes you madnSo, so sadnIt makes you beforenBelligerent God is what you're fighting fornnIt makes me feel badnHoliday fingering that seems to ring so badnnI need to, need tonI need to own you to know I want younI need to, I'm borednYou were never (a) jealous lovernn(musical break + screams)nnOh dear godnnI need to, need tonI need to own you to know I want younI need to arguenYou were never (a) jealous lovernnIt makes you madnYour head in a bag, God, you look so fucking sad