Here's the countdown

Three, two, one, now fall in my arms

Anything you say can and will be held against you

So only say my name

So you can throw me to the wolves

Tomorrow I will come back

Leader of the whole pack

I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor

And ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes

Can't count the years on one hand that we've been together

I need the other one to hold you

“And yes, but what a shame, what a shame

The poor groom's bride is a whore”

And that's about the time that bitch hung up on me

Nobody likes you when you're twenty three

Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year

And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere

Now dance, fucker, dance

Man, he never had a chance

It just takes some time

Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride

And can you hear the sound of hysteria?

The subliminal mind-fuck America

"Son, when you grow up

You will be the savior of the broken

The beaten, and the damned?"

Cause you´re such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face 

But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time

Only been with one man

What happened to her plan?

And will you tell all your friends

You've got your gun to my head?