I'm getting tired of you
   You're getting tired of me
   And it's the final act
   Of our little tragedy
   So don't feign indignation
   It's a fait accompli
   CHORUS
   You can screw everybody I've ever known
   But I still won't talk to you on the phone
   It's a hopeless cause-there's no use crying
   And I can die, yu can die,
   We can die trying
   Thanks anyway, no use hangin' around
   You try to put the finishing touches on me
   You say it's all my fault
   Who's keeping score?
   Some people llike to be punished
   They keep coming back for more
   But I'm sick and tired
   And my cock is sore
   CHORUS