My heart's a stinging nettle You're the moth to my flame I think I don't deserve you anymore You see, I think I've changed over time I've changed my name And now I'm angry A little bit horny And bored to death all of the time Oscar was right Youth was wasted on me Please still let me into your arms tonight I know that I'm a hypocrite sometimes But innocence is gone And now, now I see That now I'm angry A little bit horny And bored to death all of the time Oscar was right Youth was wasted on me Wasted on me Wasted on me Wasted And now I'm angry A little bit horny And bored to death all of the time Oscar was right Youth was wasted on me My heart's a stinging nettle You're the moth to my flame