We Don’t Want Your Cookies

Get off my lawn
I want everybody gone
I mean everybody gone
So I can come back good for you
So I can come back good for you

While you were growing up, I was growing old
God, I could feel my body going cold
The curving of my back, liver blackening
I know that you can't see it, but it's happening
While we were punching in unavailingly
God, I could feel my body failing me
I'm picking at my skin, pulling out my hair
Hoping that a younger man is under there

If he's not, won't you cease?
Won't you help me rest in peace?
I know you can't help but poke
But please, let me be

Get off my lawn
I want everybody gone
I need everybody gone
So I can come back good for you
So I can come back good for you
So I can come back good for you
So I can come back good



Credits
Writer(s): Lucas Arthur Naylor, Helen Julia Barsz, Tyler Kramer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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