text: Because Im happy to be sad
  I want it all, I want it bad
  Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh, its what I know
  A vintage year for pop I hear, the middle of the end is near
  Lets go, oh-oh-oh-oh
  Its what I know
  Torture me and torture me
  Forcing me and so torture me, please
  Torture me with sorcery
  Forcing me, so torture me, please
  All the leaves are turning brown
  The wind is pushing me around
  Lets go, oh-oh-oh-oh
  Its what I know
  Torture me and torture me
  Its forcing me and so torture me, please
  Torture me with sorcery
  Forcing me, so torture me, please
  The will of God is standing still
  Brazilian children get their fill, lets go
  Lets turn it up and dumb it down
  The vision of your ultra sound is so—
  But all the leaves are turning brown
  The wind is pushing me around, lets go
  A vintage year for pop I hear
  The middle of the end is near, its so—
  
  Torture me and torture me
  Its forcing me, so torture me, please
  Torture me with sorcery
  Forcing me, so torture me, please
  Torture me and torture me
  Its forcing me and so torture me, please
  Torture me with sorcery
  Forcing me, so torture me, please