Since the day I fell.
You hated me, I can tell.
You thought it was a shooting star but it was my ciggerate ash.
You thought lightning was cool, but it was my vengeance.
You made me spend my cash and money.
Now this is my revenge, honey.
Today the sky fell.
The lightning shall yell.
This is my revenge, my hope, my vengeance so pure.
A burning hope just like that ciggerate bud.
Since the day I fell, it has been udder bliss.