Scheherazade: Symphonic Poem, Op. 35: The Festival of Baghdad. The Sea. The Ship Goes to Pieces on a Rock Summounted by a Bronze Warrior. Finale (Allegro molto. Lento. Vivo. Allegro non troppo e maest

歌詞

I got a talent for screwing up I choose the knife and then I cry when I get cut I got no balance I got no friends I got worse than nothing I got a P-R-O-B-L-E-M sound it out cause that's how you spell your name, baby [Repeat] I don't know how to fix you I don't know how to resist you I gotta kill you or kiss you then figure out who to blame then figure out who to blame then figure out who to blame Now I see your talons I see your claws a hundred tenterhooks no wonder I got caught tears by the gallon I'm all cried out But I got worse than nothing I got a P-R-O-B-L-E-M sound it out cause that's how you spell your name, baby [Repeat] I don't know how to fix you I don't know how to resist you I gotta kill you or kiss you then figure out who to blame then figure out who to blame then figure out who to blame