George rides a bike, to pick her up from school
He likes her cause she's pure
She likes him cause she heard he's cool
You're a germ, twist my own sights
You're a germ, we hear the fight
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
This is not exploring, When you are dead inside
What were you before him' I dwell, i dwell
Makes me Scream, twist my own sights
Makes me scream.
We hear the one! two! three! four! five! six! seven!
You Ain't going to Heaven (i dwell, i dwell)
Don't think you're going to hell (i dwell, i dwell)
With Mom and Dad you can tell them (i dwell, i dwell)
You're a guilty fucker as well (i dwell, i dwell)
George takes her to the mic
plays the same songs every year
His leather looks pretty cheap
And the clock gives somehow fear
You're a creep, twist my own sights
You're a Creep
We hear the one! two! three! four! five! six! seven!
You Ain't going to Heaven (i dwell, i dwell)
Don't think you're going to hell (i dwell, i dwell)
With Mom and Dad you can tell them (i dwell, i dwell)
You're a guilty fucker as well (i dwell, i dwell)
YEAH! You Ain't going to Heaven (i dwell, i dwell)
Don't think you're going to hell (i dwell, i dwell
With Mom and Dad you can tell them (i dwell, i dwell
You're a guilty fucker as well (i dwell, i dwell)
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