Ah nah nah nahnAh nah nah nahnAh nah nah nahnAh nah nah nahnAh nah nah nahnnDon't come to my roomnIf you've got nothing good to saynCan't run me over in a parked carnnAh nah nah nahnAh nah nah nahnnYou're always speaking for soundnTripping over wordsnI know it's habit and you mean wellnyou mean wellnnAh nah nah nahnAh nah nah nahnnOne of us is leavingnAnd it won't be menYou take my drum and you beat itnSo it never healsnnAh nah nah nahnAh nah nah nahnAh nah nah nahnAh nah nah nahnAh nah nah nahnAh nah nah nahnAh nah nah nahnnnWe know our lines too wellnWe are water tightnAnd all the good things that you mean to saynthey get lostnnDon't come to my roomnWhen you've got nothing good to saynCan't run me over in a parked carnA parked carnnOne of us is leavingnAnd it won't be menYou take my drum and you beat itnSo it never healsnnOne of us is leavingnOne of us is leavingnOne of us is leavingnOne of us is leavingnOne of us is leaving (ah nah nah nah, ah nah nah nah)nOne of us is leaving (ah nah nah nah, ah nah nah nah)nOne of us is leaving (ah nah nah nah, ah nah nah nah)nAh nah nah nah