sweetness
sweetness, I was only joking when I said
I'd like to smash every tooth in your head

oh sweetness
sweetness, I was only joking when I said
by rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed

and now I know how Joan of Arc felt
now I know how Joan of Arc felt
as the flames rose to her Roman nose
and her Walkman started to melt

bigmouth (bla-la-la)
bigmouth (bla-la-la)
bigmouth strikes again

and I've got no right to take my place with the human race