[Jim Shaw, Hannah Mee]
You're the Jesus of nowhere, mistaken grandeur
A fuckin' twat that stabbed my back and screwed me over
Do us a favour and disappear
You think you walk on water but it's piss all over your shoes
See you next Tuesday, I'm on a rampage
A hungry hypocrite that played me like a board game
(Liar, liar, you're on fire, roll you up and make me higher)
I'm broken, blue and bruised 'cause I'm waking from the nightmares of you
(You know how the story goes, true colours they always show)
[Jim Shaw & Hannah Mee]
Always said that you'd die for me
But I won't lose sleep over your dead body
Drag me out of my misery
But I won't lose sleep over your dead body
(Dead-dead, dead-dead!)
Over your dead body
(Dead-dead, dead-dead!)
Over your dead body
[Hannah Mee]
What a cheapskate using your mates
Does acting like a fake not hurt
Your conscience like a toothache
I guess you don't care, a living nightmare
You think in Piccadilly's gutter, you'll find fountains of youth?
Unholy, you're problematic
All this shit, so operatic
Oh, no, this might be overdramatic
But I think that I've had it
So it's time to go manic 'cause you
[Jim Shaw & Hannah Mee]
Always said that you'd die for me
But I won't lose sleep over your dead body
Drag me out of my misery
But I won't lose sleep over your dead body
(Dead-dead, dead-dead!)
Over your dead body
(Dead-dead, dead-dead!)
Over your dead body
[Jim Shaw]
You're the messiah of lies!
Read from the bible of the anti-christ
[ Jim Shaw & Hannah Mee]
Dead-dead, dead-dead, dead-dead
I know you're better off
Dead-dead, dead-dead, dead-dead
I know you're better off dead
[Jim Shaw & Hannah Mee]
Always said that you'd die for me
But I won't lose sleep over your dead body
Drag me out of your misery
But I won't lose sleep over your dead body
(Dead-dead, dead-dead!)
Over your dead body
(Dead-dead, dead-dead!)
Over your dead body
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