I was a troubled teen
Who put an advert in a magazine
To the annoyance of my imaginary lover

She doubted my integrity
And this is what she said to me
She said oh, you, you're green

You don't know what love means
Oh let me tell you
It tickles you pink, oh yeah

But it likes to hear you scream
Fire and damnation, lamentations
For the likes of you


When she goes, oh just let her go
If she says she's going

Just make sure she goes
Make sure she goes


I was a troubled teen
Untroubled only in my daydreams
To the annoyance of someone or others

They doubted my philosophy
And this is what they said to me


Oh, you, you'll soon be up where you belong
But it's blood from broken hearts
And write the words to every song

And there's a beautific smile
For the fawners and the servants
Oh but I, only I


I can see the serpent
Oh, you, you're green

You don't know what love means
Let me tell you
It tickles you pink, oh yeah

Everybody likes to hear you scream
Fire and damnation, lamentations
For the likes of you


When she goes, oh just let her go
If she says she's going

Just make sure she goes
Make sure she goes