Stuck in a cage for a minute or a thousand yearsnNever bend the laws enough to drown your fearsnStruggle for a clue here in your logical loopnTell me one's no good but the second's for younnBollocks to them means bollocks to younSo hope revenge means more to younn'Cause I'll sit right here in my penalty boxn'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet againnDon't know what more my absence will bringnTo this peculiar string of eventsnn'Cause I'll sit in my penalty boxn'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet againnDon't know what more my absence will bringnIn the endnnCan't get nowhere with the weight of that sticknSmashing candles in the rain with a thumbscrew wicknFueled by your anger and it burns both endsnBut it seems to me like a saintly sinnnBollocks to them means bollocks to younSo hope revenge means more to younn'Cause I'll sit right here in my penalty boxn'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet againnDon't know what more my absence will bringnTo this peculiar string of eventsnn'Cause I'll sit in my penalty boxn'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet againnDon't know what more my absence will bringnIn the endnIn the endnnWe're better than this, muchnBetter than me, sonAll I ask is ... one, two, three! One, two, three! Go! Go!nnBollocks to them means bollocks to younSo hope revenge means more to you than it does to menn'Cause I'll sit right here in my penalty boxn'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet againnDon't know what more my absence will bringnTo this peculiar string of eventsnn'Cause I'll sit in my penalty boxn'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet againnDon't know what more my absence will bringnIn the end