Psychosomaticsexualdramaantidisestablishmentarianism

Two three got to pee

When I was a little boy I saw you under my bed
When I ran and told my mom she would say you were just in my head
So late at night when you would chew my hands up off my wrists
I would lie in and smile because I knew you didn't exist

And I said you can't hurt me if you don't exist na na na
You can't hurt me if you don't exist na na na
You can't hurt me if you don't exist na na na na na na na na

When I was a teenager with women on my mind
I'd look out my window and it's you that I would find
A chainsaw wielding maniac standing right outside my door
But no one would believe me and so all I'd get was more

Of you can't hurt me if you don't exist na na na
You can't hurt me if you don't exist na na na
You can't hurt me if you don't exist na na na na na na na na

This Randy Bastards album is a work of fiction and any similarities
To any persons or places living or dead is purely coincidental
So don't sue us ever for anything and if you hear messages from Satan
When you play this record backwards uh maybe consider both sides of the argument
Up the pizza punks

Na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na coming after me
Na na na na na na na na na can't sleep at night
Na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na fuck you mom now I'm an amputee



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Writer(s): Nick Rorick
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