Joy Division

... 3, 4 warsaw!
Dont talk to me girl, you know its not nice.
Dont laugh at murder, I wont pay the price.
The facts are too high-powered, so sickened thrill,
Id give that mess up cos it makes you so ill.
Blame bad things on me, whatever you do.
When I come home I will be different from you.
Youre such a chictalk, youre really trussed up.
Dont wanna talk to you, just left me your mum.
Dont be a puppet, always rush you around.