Oh No, what have you done? I wrote you a list, with the things you should resist My head's in the wall now you've gone You've gone and done them all You're crawling on a dirty floor Vacuuming the dust, like you really really must My head's in my hands, now you've gone You've gone and wrecked my plans What happened to you this time? Who rifled the soul from this friend of mine? I'm writing you out of the book Here comes the last paragraph So take a setimental look My head's in my hands, now you've gone Now you've gone What happened to you this time? Who rifled the soul from this friend of mine? What happened to you this time? Who rifled the soul from this friend of mine? You know I'll do everything I can But my head's in my hands But my head's in my hands But my head's in my hands But my head's in my hands But my head's in my hands