You think you're lovely, I know that you're wrong
God made me ugly, so don't string me along
Give me the good stuff, I'll leave you the rest
Send me the good stuff and I'll put you to the test
I'm going to

Stop messing around, cos what have you found
On the dirty ground

You think I'm stupid and I know that you're right
Or else why would I lie here in this big hollow night
Did god make it easy, so easy on you
Were you sent here to please me, well it won't
Get you through, cos I'm going to

Stop messing around, cos what have I found
On the dirty ground
You're going to stop messing around, cos what
Have you found on the dirty ground
Are we going to stop, are we going to stop
Are we going to stop?