[Verse 1]
Unhand me, I am not a criminal
But I've played a guilty part
In the modern sense that one pretends
That love is original

[Verse 2]
I wrote a book, and I will call it something cynical
The story is slow, the hero does not change
And if he can, then he won't anyway
Instead, his foes and lovers all become identical

[Bridge]
I fled the country
I thought I'd leave this behind, oh
But I built the same damn house
On every acre I could find, oh
Hey!
And I tried to fake my own death
Just shake the devils from my mind

[Verse 3]
And I said
Unhand me, I am not a criminal
And if I am, I paid the man, just let me go
Soon enough, you will be dancing at my funeral