Stuck in a cage for a minute or a thousand years   Never bend the laws enough to drown your fears   Struggle for a clue here in your logical loop   Tell me one's no good but the second's for you      Bollocks to them means bollocks to you   So hope revenge means more to you      'Cause I'll sit right here in my penalty box   'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet again   Don't know what more my absence will bring   To this peculiar string of events      'Cause I'll sit in my penalty box   'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet again   Don't know what more my absence will bring   In the end      Can't get nowhere with the weight of that stick   Smashing candles in the rain with a thumbscrew wick   Fueled by your anger and it burns both ends   But it seems to me like a saintly sin      Bollocks to them means bollocks to you   So hope revenge means more to you      'Cause I'll sit right here in my penalty box   'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet again   Don't know what more my absence will bring   To this peculiar string of events      'Cause I'll sit in my penalty box   'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet again   Don't know what more my absence will bring   In the end   In the end      We're better than this, much   Better than me, so   All I ask is ... one, two, three! One, two, three! Go! Go!      Bollocks to them means bollocks to you   So hope revenge means more to you than it does to me      'Cause I'll sit right here in my penalty box   'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet again   Don't know what more my absence will bring   To this peculiar string of events      'Cause I'll sit in my penalty box   'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet again   Don't know what more my absence will bring   In the end