02. Needles
I cannot disguise
All the stomach pains
And the walking of the cranes
When you do come out
And you whisper up to me
In your life of tragedy
But I cannot grow
Till 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 do come out
And you slither up to me
In your pimpin' majesty
But I cannot grow
Till you eat the last of me
Oh, when will I be free?
And you, a parasite
Just find another host
Just another stool to post
'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 tape worm 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
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, put back