One, Two, Three, Four, ...
I've been working overtime
Wondering when the end is nigh
Why you've been so good to me
Only sing the saddest keys
I'm sticking around
I'm sticking around
I'm sticking around
You will get rid of me
I will never be content
With an insult or a compliment
I've got some stuff that I've left behind
A revolution and a beautiful lie
I'm sticking around
I'm sticking around
I'm sticking around
You won't get rid of me