Well, I hope you brought your mop
'Cause you're gonna clean this up
I spilled out all my guts
Cause you make me sick as f-
You're just a crooked cop
Kid in a candy shop
They should've locked you up
Little forget-me-not
You're not a part time god
You're not a part time god
You took a full time job
You didn't even want
So tall you build your throne
Table for one alone
Oh, what a cloak you've sewn
Oh, what a chance you've blown
You're just a crooked cop
Kid in a candy shop
They should've locked you up
Little forget-me-not
You're not a part time god
You're not a part time god
You took a full time job
You didn't even want
You're not a part time (god)
(You're not a part time god)
(You're not a part time god)
(You took a full time job)
(You didn't even want)
You're not a part time god
You're not a part time god
You took a full time job
You didn't even want
You're not a part time
