I was the dreamer, you were the schemer
You deserve what you got
I don't love you
I let my hate for you show
The slut who's buried below in the family plot
I don't love you
There's a place where dreams come true
They don't let in girls like you
There you don't need pretty things
No pearls or diamond rings
You were the one who could not sing
But you wanted everything
You thrived on being bad
And I wanted what you had
What's it like down there
Down where our father lies
Down where our mother sighs
We'll all go there to rot
I don't love you
You made it and you're proud
But please don't talk so loud
And you know what?
I don't love you
The girls who got paid to screw
Laugh in their tombs about you
They know pretty things don't last
They're soon a thing of the past
But pretty things mean so much
They're so sweet, so soft to touch
Yes, I was the dreamer and you were the schemer
You're me, I'm you
You're me, I'm you
Their pretty things, that's who we were
We loved them, but did they care
Now they lie down below
There's room for us to grow
There's so much damage to repair
For all the pain and the despair
Why is life so cheap
Why must we weep
Sleep, Lucie, sleep
Sleep, Lucie, sleep
subtitles from the film:
I was the dreamer, you were the schemer You deserve what you got I don't love you I let my hate for you show The slut who's buried below in the family plot I don't love you There's a place where dreams come true They don't let in girls like you There you don't need pretty things No pearls or diamond rings You were the one who could not sing But you wanted everything You thrived on being bad And I wanted what you had What's it like down there Down where our father lies Down where our mother sighs We'll all go there to rot I don't love you You made it and you're proud But please don't talk so loud And you know what? I don't love you The girls who got paid to screw Laugh in their tombs about you They know pretty things don't last They're soon a thing of the past But pretty things mean so much They're so sweet, so soft to touch Yes, I was the dreamer and you were the schemer You're me, I'm you You're me, I'm you Their pretty things, that's who we were We loved them, but did they care Now they lie down below There's room for us to grow There's so much damage to repair For all the pain and the despair Why is life so cheap Why must we weep Sleep, Lucie, sleep Sleep, Lucie, sleep