Take a walk
What's wrong with you?
Who thinks about those kinds of f*cked up things anyway
I know what you really are
You make me sick
I can't believe I let you near my family
Show some skin
Do a number on me
See if I care about your great personality
You're just a joke
I hope that you choke
You're a f*cking embarrassment to all of humanity
And I can taste you!
And I can smell you!
And I can feel you!
Slipping through my hands
Chafing between me
Writhing within me
Get the f*ck out of my house now I'm serious
I'll come and find you
I'm right here behind you
Just listen to yourself you're delirious
Stop
F*cking stop
Just leave me alone
Go ahead, run back to your fake leather throne
And I can see you!
And I can hear you!
And You can touch me!
You can't touch me anymore
Milkswarm - I Got Swindled (Live at Sessions at 33) Lyrics
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Take a walk
What's wrong with you?
Who thinks about those kinds of f*cked up things anyway
I know what you really are
You make me sick
I can't believe I let you near my family
Show some skin
Do a number on me
See if I care about your great personality
You're just a joke
I hope that you choke
You're a f*cking embarrassment to all of humanity
And I can taste you!
And I can smell you!
And I can feel you!
Slipping through my hands
Chafing between me
Writhing within me
Get the f*ck out of my house now I'm serious
I'll come and find you
I'm right here behind you
Just listen to yourself you're delirious
Stop
F*cking stop
Just leave me alone
Go ahead, run back to your fake leather throne
And I can see you!
And I can hear you!
And You can touch me!
You can't touch me anymore
What's wrong with you?
Who thinks about those kinds of f*cked up things anyway
I know what you really are
You make me sick
I can't believe I let you near my family
Show some skin
Do a number on me
See if I care about your great personality
You're just a joke
I hope that you choke
You're a f*cking embarrassment to all of humanity
And I can taste you!
And I can smell you!
And I can feel you!
Slipping through my hands
Chafing between me
Writhing within me
Get the f*ck out of my house now I'm serious
I'll come and find you
I'm right here behind you
Just listen to yourself you're delirious
Stop
F*cking stop
Just leave me alone
Go ahead, run back to your fake leather throne
And I can see you!
And I can hear you!
And You can touch me!
You can't touch me anymore
Writer: Joey Apter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid