You should see yourselfnwhen will you grow upnevery knob you twist on that machine is like a crutchnnbut i was just the foolnyou’ve been waiting fornwho says we can’t touchnourselves to keep from getting bored?nNothing else is touching that’s for surennA ring around the rosesnnBut I will watch you playnI come here every nightnit’s just me the bartender the waitress and the lightsnshining on you not getting it rightnwe clap not for you but for your kindnnA ring around the rosesneverybody posesnthreatens then backs downnthe second you put clothes onnnA ring around the rosesneverybody knows itnI will sing your fearsnif you sing my neurosisnnYou should back out nownnot a night too soonnI’ll still be here when the last poor soul has left the roomnstanding 'round just like a good friend shouldnsmiling as if your songs were goodnnA ring around the rosesneverybody posesnthreatens then backs downnthe second you get clothes onnna ring around the rosesneverybody knows itnI will sing your fearsnif you sing my neurosisnnand I sat there for hoursnwaiting on the curbnthinking you might like a flower from a pretty girlnA ring around the waitress from the verse nA ring of fire around the roses’ doornput it on before you lose your nervenput your hands together and they’ll hurtn(5x's)nmake your sound that no one’s ever heardn(2x's)nand I hope we get what we deserve