My wounds are nicely slated dear
I never got to thank you right
I was finished way before I could see
Quite what you had in mind for me

I´m doing cartwheels

Now the pessimism in me yawns
As I´m pissing on their perfect front lawns
A voice calls out behind my back
And I take off into the grounds

I´m doing Cartwheels

It´ll all tie me up into knots

I didn´t mean to speak out of turn
Now you can sit and watch me squirm
Now the party´s really in full swing
I wish i had a friend I could ring

I´m doing cartwheels

You´re really loving this aren´t you dear
Now you´ve got me on the ropes out here
With nowhere else to run to now
Just stay and face the music

It´ll all tie me up into knots