Текст песни Massage From The Swedish Prime Minister - Pt. 2 - Monty Python

The incisions on your wrist were all for show
Just like you
The epitome of self indulgence
Another farce, a charade!
And another set of crocodile tears
So serenade her with your last pathetic suicide love song!
'Broken hearts never mend'
But fools never move on!
And now she's gone because of you
And once again, you're the epitome of pure self-destruction
Cupid never found his mark
As we await the insertion of blades on flesh
You part the skin and tell of blades on blood
So part the fucking skin!
So part the fucking skin,
To tell!
Of blades on blood
To tell of blades on blood,
Of blades on blood
She said I love you
She said, she said goodbye!
Oh!
So cry me a fucking river, bitch!
You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest
Let go!
You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest
Razors, roses and a black tomorrow
You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest
Razors, roses and a black tomorrow
Yeah!!
They never showed any affection to anything but your ego
A tragedy of errors at the best of times
You are everything that's wrong with me
You are everything that I despise
You are everything I dreamed would die
You are everything that fades away, and slowly dies
Will,
You bleed for me?
When suicide,
Seems so yesterday?
Will you...?
Will you bleed for me?
Will you fucking bleed for me when suicide...
It's so yesterday
It's all so fucking yesterday
So yesterday...