Bloody Lips

Last time you paid for all of this
 You got the bloody finger tips
 (Oh, oh, oh, why, oh)
 And blood on your lips
 You used to love the rock 'n' roll
 Now you got me on the phone
 Come on, quit puttin' me on
 Oh, yeah, oh, oh, whoa
 Don't you remember the prom?
 Those popular kids who put you down
 (Oh, oh, oh, why, oh)
 Now you're just like them
 Makin' everybody feel bad
 What the world has done to you ain't so wrong
 Come on, quit puttin' me on
 Hello, Mr. White Lie, you look kind of angry
 Bet you think I want to drink from your fountain
 Well, I'm comin' off that mountain
 Shoutin'
 Everyone is walkin' away
 No, he can't afford the bills on his pay
 Hey, hey, quit puttin' me on
 Oh, yeah, oh, oh, whoa
 Right
 Oh, oh, oh, why, oh
 Hello, Mr. White Lie, you look kind of angry
 Bet you think I want to drink from your fountain
 But I'm comin' off that mountain
 Shoutin'
 Everyone is walkin' away
 No, he can't afford the bills on his pay
 Hey, hey, quit puttin' me on
 Oh, yeah
 Oh, whoa
 Du-tu, du-tu, du-tu, du-tu
 Du-tu, du-tu, du