I break my promises
And I slam doors
These love stories that get sad--
In the halls of train stations, I leave them for dead
And I take terrorists' weapons for myself
I've gotta say that I'm
Master of the rodeo
And that I've created some disaster areas
It definitely makes sense for weathermen
To give women's names to hurricanes
I break everything, everything, everything
Break everything, everything, everything
I touch
So stop
Telling me that Rome
Wasn't built in a day
It wouldn't take me more than two minutes
To make a war zone out of it
I'm definitely not
Heaven-sent
I'm no angel, that's clear to me
And yet--look, without any wings
I manage to blow everything sky high!
I break everything, everything, everything
Break everything, everything, everything
I touch
I kill boredom, I kill it every night
I kill time, I kill it all the time
He's dying of boredom and I'm dying of wanting
To party hard until I drop