[Verse 1]
A Becher's Brook is love
A hurdle at which greater men have fallen
As she manipulates
Steals my mind and hides it in the garden

[Chorus]
But now
Only love can bring me down
Somehow
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows

[Verse 2]
The cupid masturbates
Absent of all thought and of all reason
He shoots me in the back
I think perhaps it must be shooting season

[Chorus]
But now
Only love can bring me down
Somehow
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows
[Bridge]
Not me
Not me

[Chorus]
But now
Only love can bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows (bellows, bellows...)