[Verse 1]

Bend my finger back, snap! Wrap it in a paper towel

Break a twig in half and set it straight

Beat me with a wood bat, hit me with a canister

That's fired while the soldiers drive away

Bend my finger back, snap

On and on and on and on for days

Hit me with a wood bat, hit me like a Yankee

Like a son of freedom, never as a slave

[Chorus]

It's etiquette, you idiot, spend time behind the line

Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't ever shine

Everybody wants you, but baby, you are mine

And baby, you're not anybody's fool

[Verse 2]

Bless me with a heart attack, a real crise cardiaque

And show me where to find the surgeon’s knife

Eviscerate me now, hack! Take me to my punishment

The punishment I needed all my life

Bend my finger back, snap!

On and on and on and on with strife

Listen to my bum rap, listen to the evidence

Exonerating me from being right

[Chorus]

It's etiquette, you idiot, spend time behind the line

Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't ever shine

Everybody wants you, but baby, you are mine

And baby, you're not anybody's fool

[Post-Chorus]

You know that I’ve been wicked and the road to hell is wide

Cursed by curiosity that made us go inside

Everyone was charming but we took 'em for a ride

Baby, you’re not anybody’s fool

[Verse 3]

Bend my finger back, snap! Pack it in a paper towel

Break a twig in half and set it straight

Beat me with a wood bat, hit me with a canister

That's fired while the soldiers drive away

Bend my finger back, snap!

On and on and on and on for days

Hit me with a wood bat, hit me like a Yankee

Like a son of freedom, never as a slave

[Chorus]

It's etiquette, you idiot, spend time behind the line

Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't ever shine

Everybody wants you, but baby, you are mine

And baby, you're not anybody's fool

[Post-Chorus]

The harpsichord is broken and the television's fried

The city's getting hotter like a country in decline

Everyone's a coward when you look them in the eyes

But baby, you're not anybody's fool

[Spoken Interlude]

Sing "Next Year in Jerusalem"

You know, the one at 103rd and Broadway?

'Cause this Orthodox girl fell in love

With the guy at the falafel shop

And why not? Should she have averted her eyes

And just stared at the laminated poster of the Dome of the Rock?

[Bridge]

And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood

And then blood, blood, blood

And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood

And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood

[Outro]

Remembrances of holy days in Tarrytown and Rye

I don’t wanna live like this, but I don’t wanna die

Condolences to gentle hearts who couldn’t bear to try

I don’t wanna live like this, but I don’t wanna die

Remembrances of holy days in Tarrytown and Rye

I don’t wanna live like this, but I don’t wanna die