Smashing

Treat your friends as you would treat yourself
So set them on fire and see them in Hell
Well, don't take this the wrong way
I'm not trying to complain
Have a nightmare, have a good day
In your heart, I remain a stain

Strain me silly 'till I'm blind
I'm so happy, I could die
Keep me giddy 'till I cry
I'm so happy, I could die

I could die

And our thoughts, they grow stale
Take my blood until I grow pale
We'll hang the talking mime
Whose words were a crime
And for each, we'll pay a fine
And we'll see to it that all crimes rhyme