Mum felt fine, wanting to kill the family before the news
She's the ruler of the Prozac kingdom
Her appliances and phoney conversations
Talk to your mum, Wendy, even if she seems distant lately
It's just the sunshine in her eyes
The weather that the doctor prescribed

And Wendy's warming her hands on the flame
The Halversons will never be the same, woah-uh-oh
You do something to me, you do something to me
You do something to me, all the time

Dad was sick, he got his fingers burnt getting close to an old flame
Wonders why his wife cries all the time
Wonders why he cant find peace of mind
You can't expect your kids to turn out fine, when you're playing with matches
Another tragic fall from success
Nero fiddles on, enchanted

And Wendy's warming her hands on the flames
The Halversons will never be the same, woah-uh-oh
You do something to me, you do something to me
You do something to me, all the time

He wanders, godlike through the ruins of his private world
Lights up a joint and Wendy slips away
Looks for redemption in her hazel eyes
And cries, all the time, woah-uh-oh

You do something to me, you do something to me
You do something to me, all the time