I've been loved to pieces
Till it backfired and hurt
Where I've been borrowed and cheated
And spat on like dirt
So I guess you can Sü me
'Cause hell you're not the first
But if you think you can kill me
Then I'm calling you a hearse
And I'll turn that music f*cking loud
'Till it blows the car speakers out
And if you like the way that sounds
Then I guess I'll stick around
And turn that music f*cking loud
'Till it blows those speakers out
And if you like the way that sounds
Then I guess I'll stick around