Pin a pink ribbon on to join the pain brigade Our numbers are impressive, I'm afraid We know the end of every story Either one way or the other There's no fun in guessing There's no fun at all I'll be your host I'll be your host Against my will Pin a black ribbon on, we're the mourning campaign I didn't ask to lead this party, I explain I'll float through your city, with my blinders up It's not what I would have chosen It's not what I want at all I'm a shell of my former self Can you tell when I'm panicking? I'm a shell of my former self Can you tell when I'm babbling? I'll be your host I'll be your host Against my will Against my will At what point, is enough enough? I don't want this role, I give it up It's not enough I'll be your host I'll be your host Against my will Against my will