acoustic
folk
experimental
gothic
tom waits
gwar
kurt cobain
voltaire
dave brockie
Lyrics
(V-I)
You make my hair go gray
You make my youth go away --
You make me wanna shoot myself in the face!
Youre like some foul disease
I got from eating rancid Casu-Marzu cheese!
Why cant you just leave me alone!
(PRE)
Youre not the one, whoa-oh-oh
Youre like the scum --
Thats burgeoning inside my tub!
And even though I scrub, Whoa-oh-oh
And scrub and scrub and scrub
It seems to never, ever, ever go away!
(CH)
Go away you pestilent thing
I hate you more and more every day!
So -- Go away, your petulant thing...
I hate you more and more every day...
So... Go away!
(V-II)
You make me wanna slit my own throat
Or suck the cock of a goat!
Wear an itchy woolen sweater all summer long
Youre like maggot infested corpse
Of some bloated, decaying race horse --
They had to shoot down when it broke its leg
(PRE)
Youre not the one, whoa-oh-oh
Youre like the runs! Whoa-oh-oh
I got from eating too many sour mangoes!
Youre like the plague, whoa-oh-oh
Or a 1000 year old egg!
And I cant imagine those taste any good.
(BRIDGE)
You make me wanna cut off my own head
Or go gay instead!
Throw myself in front of a bus!
Youre like some seething, cancerous boil
Or the mystery meat in the foil
Granny cooked back in 2008...
(REPEAT PRE)
Youre not the one, whoa-oh-oh
Youre like the scum --
Thats burgeoning inside my tub!
And even though I scrub...
And scrub and scrub and scrub
It seems to never, ever, ever go away!
Youre not the one, whoa-oh-oh
Youre like the runs! Whoa-oh-oh
I got from eating too many sour mangoes!
Youre like the plague, whoa-oh-oh
Or an an empty beer keg, whoa-oh!
You suck even though you bought be siopao!
You're not the one -- Whoa-whoa...
Just give me a gun, whoa-whoa --
And you'll be pushing up calla lilies soon!
You're like 1000 hornet stings...
Or watching all three lord of the rings...
Extended editions!
...Followed by the hobbit movies...