Piers - Better Off in Hell Lyrics

Oh no what a shame to see your face!
Wrong time, wrong place
See that guilt in your expression, not a trace
But you still ran back the flat to tell your mates
This ain't no fun and games race
You've been away for some time and I can feel it
Only thing is I can't describe the feeling
Trying to feel inspired, stare at the ceiling
But I just think about you and I start heaving
You think you're heaven's angel
But you'd be better off in hell
You'd probably enjoy your time there
And you'd end up wishing me well
Put this shit in overdrive, watch it come alive
Watching you is such a simple sight, creeping out at night
See you torturing another man, flashbacks give me fright
Fuck I wish that you could see the shit you're doing through my eyes
I remember when you tried to get with all my fucking mates
Flirting with another man while I was cleaning up your plates
Get a rocket, tie it to your back and send you off to space
Yet you've got the fucking nerve to think you're staying at my place
(Get the fuck out)
You think you're heaven's angel
But you'd be better off in hell
You'd probably enjoy your time there
And you'd end up wishing me well

Oh no what a shame to see your face!
Wrong time, wrong place
See that guilt in your expression, not a trace
But you still ran back the flat to tell your mates
This ain't no fun and games race
You've been away for some time and I can feel it
Only thing is I can't describe the feeling
Trying to feel inspired, stare at the ceiling
But I just think about you and I start heaving
You think you're heaven's angel
But you'd be better off in hell
You'd probably enjoy your time there
And you'd end up wishing me well
Put this shit in overdrive, watch it come alive
Watching you is such a simple sight, creeping out at night
See you torturing another man, flashbacks give me fright
Fuck I wish that you could see the shit you're doing through my eyes
I remember when you tried to get with all my fucking mates
Flirting with another man while I was cleaning up your plates
Get a rocket, tie it to your back and send you off to space
Yet you've got the fucking nerve to think you're staying at my place
(Get the fuck out)
You think you're heaven's angel
But you'd be better off in hell
You'd probably enjoy your time there
And you'd end up wishing me well