Needles
I cannot disguise
All the stomach pains and the walking of the canes
When you do come out
And you whisper up to me in your life of tragedy
But I cannot grow
'Til you eat the last of me, oh, when will I be free?
And you, a parasite
Just find another host, just another fool to roast, 'cause
You
My tapeworm tells me what to do
You
My tapeworm tells me where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
I cannot deny
All the evil traits and the filling of the crates
When you (you), do come out (out)
And you slither up to me, in your pimpin' majesty
But I cannot grow
'Til you eat the last of me, oh, when will I be free?
And you (you), a parasite (site)
Just find another host, just another stool to post, 'cause
You
My tapeworm tells me what to do
You
My tapeworm tells where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of me
I'm sitting in my room with a needle in my hand
Just waiting for the tomb of some old dying man
Sitting in my room with a needle in my hand
Just waiting for the tomb of some old dying man (oh)
You
My tapeworm tells me what to do
You
My tapeworm tells me where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Fuck me
All the stomach pains and the walking of the canes
When you do come out
And you whisper up to me in your life of tragedy
But I cannot grow
'Til you eat the last of me, oh, when will I be free?
And you, a parasite
Just find another host, just another fool to roast, 'cause
You
My tapeworm tells me what to do
You
My tapeworm tells me where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
I cannot deny
All the evil traits and the filling of the crates
When you (you), do come out (out)
And you slither up to me, in your pimpin' majesty
But I cannot grow
'Til you eat the last of me, oh, when will I be free?
And you (you), a parasite (site)
Just find another host, just another stool to post, 'cause
You
My tapeworm tells me what to do
You
My tapeworm tells where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of me
I'm sitting in my room with a needle in my hand
Just waiting for the tomb of some old dying man
Sitting in my room with a needle in my hand
Just waiting for the tomb of some old dying man (oh)
You
My tapeworm tells me what to do
You
My tapeworm tells me where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Fuck me
Credits
Writer(s): Serj Tankian, Daron Malakian, John Dolmayan, Shavo Odadjian
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