Throwing Sevens

Tormented to destruction by your own success Compounded when you realise your shallowness You couldn't get arrested everything's a mess A curious situation that needs some redress There's no crime in being a trier There's no crime in being too small I don't wanna wee in your fire There's no crime in being at all There's no sense in being a liar It's time that you fell on your sword Come on baby, do it in the oven It's time to turn the gas on Come on baby, throw your body over Count up to three and then jump