i don't have a crackling fire

I’ve heard enough,
Don’t need your sympathetic vibrations,
Go back to your gym,
And live your happy life with your prince.

The first time it was a hand,
Then in wrong places, four more hands.
Then cigarette burns on my palm,
Then the city hall launched.

But go ahead and leave,
My friend, like we were never here.

I don’t have a,
Crackling fire,
Great, you are leaving,
Just great, you are leaving,
Great you are leaving,
Come prove me wrong.

But go ahead and leave,
My friend, like we were never here.

Now your lord went back for tea,
Go back to your cell and wait for the dark,
To tell you what daylight is,
Your lord will run you over with his indecipherable car.

I don’t have a,
Crackling fire,
Great, you are leaving,
Just great, you are leaving,
Great you are leaving,
Come prove me wrong.

And do-si-do to its old state,
I’ll sleep in my brother’s disclosed case,
The hands that weren’t supposed to be on her,
Have come for me right here.