Driving fast in the lane
Of the cold remains of L.A.
Winter comes, winter goes
But it all just stays the same
Don’t be getting lonely
I won’t be there to hold me
In fact, I won’t be there at all
Don’t you say that you want me back, baby
What I’m ’bout to do ain’t that bad, baby
Compared to the knife that’s in my back
Because of you, babe
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Because of you, babe
Da-da, da-da, da-da
In the back barber’s chair
Better cut my hair again
To my friends, my sweet friends
(Um, well, you better find a new fucking friend, I’m gone)
It’s no celebration
It’s just a big vacation
From the man who loved you at all
Don’t you say that you want me back, baby
What I’m ’bout to do ain’t that bad, baby
Compared to the knife that’s in my back
Because of you, babe
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Because of you, babe
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Because of you, babe
Because of you, babe
Because of you, babe
Because of you, babe
Because of you, babe