With your pulled on hair and your punched up lips And your city-mouse voice I should have known that we'd get into this If I didn't watch the signals And now, you lean in the door in your fired up skin With your look of freedom, telling me that I'm in for it If I can't keep up It's only god or the devil when you're in it And I'm always getting caught in the middle It's so hard to be loved so little ♪ Time to rip out the phone, why are people still calling? Don't they know that we're never gonna buy another batshit story Of bad kids in the garden? Better bring your fear of flying and your lizard boy brain To the top of the stairs, 'cause I don't wanna have to Come down again and find you lighting up It's only god or the devil when you're in it And I'm always getting caught in the middle It's so hard to be loved so little ♪ It's only god or the devil when you're in it And I'm always getting caught in the middle It's so hard to be loved so little Only god or devil when you're in it And I'm always getting caught in the middle It's so hard to be loved so little