| Killing your idols is a chore |
| And it’s such a fucking bore |
| 'Cause I don’t need them anymore |
| So |
| Maybe if you just got some guts |
| We’d kill 'em with a thousand cuts |
| And say we did it out of love |
| So save your breath |
| Give a little of what you have left |
| Do they know something I don’t? |
| Is it easier when you don’t have to count to ten? |
| When you don’t have to pretend? |
| I want to know that feeling |
| Is it easier when you don’t have to start again? |
| When you don’t want to make amends? |
| I want to know that feeling |
| Good girls don’t cry |
| And good girls don’t lie |
| And good girls justify but I don’t |
| Good girls don’t die |
| And good girls stay alive |
| And good girls satisfy but I won’t |
| They tell me I’m hellbent on revenge |
| I cut my teeth on weaker men |
| I won’t apologize again |
| And |
| I never had a taste for liars |
| Or the uniquely uninspired |
| 'Cause I don’t need to be desired |
| Is it easier when you don’t have to count to ten? |
| When you don’t have to pretend? |
| I want to know that feeling |
| Is it easier when you don’t have to start again |
| When you don’t want to make amends? |
| I want to know that feeling |
| Good girls don’t cry |
| And good girls don’t lie |
| And good girls justify but I don’t |
| Good girls don’t die |
| And good girls stay alive |
| And good girls satisfy but I won’t |
| No, I won’t |
| Killing your idols is a chore |
| And it’s such a fucking bore |
| But we don’t need them anymore |
| We don’t need them anymore |