The TV asked me "when you grow up, What will you be: a killer or a punchline?" And what will happen if my brain can't stop All that dreaming must have warped my tiny mind Oil on the water inside my grimy fishbowl It's no surprise things took such a long time... I never could commit to heroine I never found something I could be a hero in I've flown the nest but not grown up A cuckoo chick, instead of what I could've been I don't mind that you think I've lost it Maybe I'm glad; I must be nothing like you A dumbed down fairytale We all can get a grip on Like it got a grip on me Practising my bite So I can get my teeth into Whatever's got its teeth into me I blow a kiss as the grim reaper grins at me Won't hang my head for shame nor gravity Afraid of my shadow but it can't scare me straight Drowned out the sound of the pop psychology This princess has a thousand enemies The revolution backlash chews my mind A dumbed down fairytale We all can get a grip on Like it got a grip on me Practising my bite So I can get my teeth into Whatever's got its teeth into me A dumbed down fairytale We all can get a grip on Like it got a grip on me Practising my bite So I can get my teeth into Whatever's got its teeth into me