You're a Germ - Live from Spotify London
George, he rides a bike
To pick her up from school
He likes her 'cause she's pure
She likes him 'cause she's heard he's cool
You're a germ, twist my insides
You're a germ, we hear the fight
This is not exploring when you are dead inside
What were you before him? (Eyes wide, eyes wide)
Makes me squirm, twist my insides
Makes me squirm
We hear the (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven!)
You ain't going to Heaven (eyes wide, eyes wide)
'Cause I'm dragging you down to Hell (eyes wide, eyes wide)
Where's mom and dad? So you can tell 'em (eyes wide, eyes wide)
You're a dodgey fucker as well (eyes wide, eyes wide)
George, he takes to the mic
Plays the same songs every year
His leather looks pretty cheap
And the clock gives some kind of fear
You're a creep (you're a creep), twist my insides
You're a creep
We hear the (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven!)
You ain't going to Heaven (eyes wide, eyes wide)
'Cause I'm dragging you down to Hell (eyes wide, eyes wide)
Where's mom and dad? So you can tell 'em (eyes wide, eyes wide)
You're a dodgey fucker as well (eyes wide, eyes wide)
You ain't going to Heaven (eyes wide, eyes wide)
'Cause I'm dragging you down to Hell (eyes wide, eyes wide)
Where's mom and dad? So you can tell them (eyes wide, eyes wide)
You can tell them you're a dodgey fucker as well, yes you are (eyes wide, eyes wide)
To pick her up from school
He likes her 'cause she's pure
She likes him 'cause she's heard he's cool
You're a germ, twist my insides
You're a germ, we hear the fight
This is not exploring when you are dead inside
What were you before him? (Eyes wide, eyes wide)
Makes me squirm, twist my insides
Makes me squirm
We hear the (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven!)
You ain't going to Heaven (eyes wide, eyes wide)
'Cause I'm dragging you down to Hell (eyes wide, eyes wide)
Where's mom and dad? So you can tell 'em (eyes wide, eyes wide)
You're a dodgey fucker as well (eyes wide, eyes wide)
George, he takes to the mic
Plays the same songs every year
His leather looks pretty cheap
And the clock gives some kind of fear
You're a creep (you're a creep), twist my insides
You're a creep
We hear the (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven!)
You ain't going to Heaven (eyes wide, eyes wide)
'Cause I'm dragging you down to Hell (eyes wide, eyes wide)
Where's mom and dad? So you can tell 'em (eyes wide, eyes wide)
You're a dodgey fucker as well (eyes wide, eyes wide)
You ain't going to Heaven (eyes wide, eyes wide)
'Cause I'm dragging you down to Hell (eyes wide, eyes wide)
Where's mom and dad? So you can tell them (eyes wide, eyes wide)
You can tell them you're a dodgey fucker as well, yes you are (eyes wide, eyes wide)
Credits
Writer(s): Joel Amey, Theodore Ellis, Ellen Rowsell, Jonathan Oddie
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