Drop dead, Casanova

I can not sleep, 
while you hide in the skins of saints and virgins 
Cunningly, you've again betrayed us all 

Oh I know, my time is wasted by this hatred 
Oh I know, this [bad word] will suck me dry 
But maybe [bad word] and put me out of my misery 
One graceful day you'll set me free 

Won't you drop dead? 
You won't fool me with your same old lies 
Won't you drop dead? 
‘Cause I have seen what's behind those eyes 
Oh Casanova 
Won't you drop dead? 
Oh Casanova 

I can not wait 
for you people to bring down your statues 
Liberate me and [bad word] clean 
But maybe [bad word] and put me out of my misery 
One graceful day you'll set me free 

You've again betrayed us all 
Now you're bound to fall 

But maybe [bad word] and put you out of your misery 
One graceful day I'll set you free