You tell me things I don't want to hear You make it loud and clear, and you know it all You tell me things I don't want to know Well, there you go You're just a freak show Apocalypse You do it all for kicks You kill me with your lips and the things you say You walk into the room You're the voice of gloom You're the voice of doom You bad luck charm And then you turn around And then you show me what you are You're looking good, yeah