One,

two,

three.

four!

I

fucked

up

a-

gain,

it's

all

my

fault.

So

turn

me

a-

round

and

face

the

wall,

And

read

me

my

rights,

and

tell

me

I

am

wrong,

Un-

til

it

gets

in-

to

my

thick

skull.

A

slap

on

the

wrist,

a

stab

in

the

back.

Tor-

ture

me,

I've

been

a

bad

boy.

Nail

me

to

the

cross

and

tell

me

you

have

won.

I

lost

be-

fore

I

did

a-

ny

wrong.

Shit.

Whoa,

oh.

I'm

hexed

with

re-

grets

and

bad

luck.

So

keep

your

dis-

tance,

it's

rub-

bing

off.

Or

you

will

be

damned

to

spend

your

life

in

hell,

Or

earth

with

me

tang-

led

at

your

feet.

You

fin-

al-

ly

met

your

ne-

mis-

is,

Dis-

guised

as

your

fa-

tal

long

lost

love.

So

kiss

it

good-

bye

un-

til

death

do

we

part.

You

fell

for

a

jinx

for

cry-

ing

out

loud.

I'm

a

curse

hang-

ing

a-

round

you.

I'm

a

curse

hang-

ing

a-

round

you.

I'm

a

curse

hang-

ing

a-

round

you.

I'm

a

curse

hang-

ing

a-

round

you.