You've been fluffied up your bow The bolted sighting's in your bow I'm not responsible for what you do I'm not accountable to you You must be thinking I've been to Mars Flying on a sofa, I'm a superstar I'm not responsible if they don't choose me I never said I had good news This time, the last time I'm just looking for a place to hide My desirable sense of style I said don't flatter me, you crocodile You wore my shoes and stole my smile This time, the last time That I've had I said, babe, I'm losing power, you're making games Babe, turn me over and keep my night Hey, if I don't listen, don't call my home As far as I can see I'm one that you could never be You can't tell me no It's my survival, return to your maker It's my survival, return to your maker It's my survival, return to your maker