Meat Head
Get out of my bed, you don't have a place beside me
What kind of tricks were those
Were you trying to hypnotise me
This house, this temple, is a castle of guilt
No one else but me was ever there when it was built
And you're feeling down on yourself, I don't care
You're feeling down on yourself, I don't care
Because you are too drunk to dance
You are too drunk to dance
You are too drunk to dance
You are too drunk to dance
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait till they catch you
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait till they catch you
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait till they catch you
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait till they catch you
You've got no excuse
Don't try to fake an alibi
You stand with your tendency to acidify
No is not an answer that is open to debate
My body is my body it's not yours to confiscate
I can't live anywhere you can break someone and get away with it
I'll scream 'till my throat rips if you get away from this
Because you are too drunk to dance
You are too drunk to dance
You are too drunk to dance
You are too drunk to dance
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait 'till they catch you
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait 'till they catch you
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait 'till they catch you
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait 'till they catch you
What kind of tricks were those
Were you trying to hypnotise me
This house, this temple, is a castle of guilt
No one else but me was ever there when it was built
And you're feeling down on yourself, I don't care
You're feeling down on yourself, I don't care
Because you are too drunk to dance
You are too drunk to dance
You are too drunk to dance
You are too drunk to dance
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait till they catch you
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait till they catch you
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait till they catch you
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait till they catch you
You've got no excuse
Don't try to fake an alibi
You stand with your tendency to acidify
No is not an answer that is open to debate
My body is my body it's not yours to confiscate
I can't live anywhere you can break someone and get away with it
I'll scream 'till my throat rips if you get away from this
Because you are too drunk to dance
You are too drunk to dance
You are too drunk to dance
You are too drunk to dance
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait 'till they catch you
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait 'till they catch you
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait 'till they catch you
That makes you the worst kind of criminal
Just wait 'till they catch you
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Writer(s): Kim Jarvis, Robin Francis, Catherine Lindley-neilson
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