You're A Germ

George rides a bike, to pick her up from school
He likes her cause she’s pure
She likes him cause she heard he’s cool
You’re a germ, twist my own sights
You’re a germ, we hear the fight
This is not exploring, When you are dead inside
What were you before him? I dwell, i dwell
Makes me Scream, twist my own sights
Makes me scream
We hear the one! two! three! four! five! six! seven!

You ain’t going to Heaven (I dwell, I dwell)
Don’t think you’re going to hell (I dwell, I dwell)
With Mom and Dad you can tell them (I dwell, I dwell)
You’re a guilty fucker as well (I dwell, I dwell)

George takes her to the mic
Plays the same songs every year
His leather looks pretty cheap
And the clock gives somehow fear
You’re a creep, twist my own sights
You’re a Creep
We hear the one! two! three! four! five! six! seven!

You ain’t going to Heaven (I dwell, I dwell)
Don’t think you’re going to hell (I dwell, I dwell)
With Mom and Dad you can tell them (I dwell, I dwell)
You’re a guilty fucker as well (I dwell, I dwell)
You ain’t going to Heaven (I dwell, I dwell)
Don’t think you’re going to hell (I dwell, I dwell)
With Mom and Dad you can tell them (I dwell, I dwell)
Tell them you’re a guilty fucker as well! Yes you Are!