You're sitting there on your hands, but I gotta make a move I keep on making plans, but I'm waiting on you 'Cause fate and circumstance says your karma's overdue They're turning up the lights and I'm feeling like you've Forgotten how to dance and the cracks are coming through And I don't know how to make this thing move You don't know what you want, but you know what it isn't You call it rock and roll, but it feels like a prison And I don't know how long I can hold on You think you're so fucking precious Yeah, the world spins around for you You think you're so fucking precious But, honey, I got news for you And now you're pointing the blame, but it's coming back to you And I don't wanna stay, but I gotta see it through You say it's in your hands and you don't know what to do 'Cause I don't know how to spell it out for you You don't know what you want, but you know what it isn't You call it rock and roll, but it feels like a prison And I don't know how long I can hold on You think you're so fucking precious Yeah, the world spins around for you You think you're so fucking precious Well, honey, I got news for you You think you're so fucking precious Yeah, the world spins around for you You think you're so fucking precious Well, honey, I got news for you You think you're so fucking precious (But that ain't the way things play out) But that ain't the way things play out You think you're so fucking precious Well, honey, I got news, I got news I got news for you