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