Song | You're The Wanker, If Anyone Is |
Artist | Say Anything |
Album | In Defense Of The Genre |
With you out of my life skies are blue and love is real and true. | |
You fugly brat! ('fraidy cat!) | |
Who ever thought shit could shine like that? | |
So glad you stabbed my back. | |
(The blade when I turned my back) | |
Go away! | |
I'm through with you and all the games you put me through. | |
You're old and slow. I'm fast and new. | |
Go away! | |
I'm through with you. | |
Your eyes- they convey all I despise with one glazed glance in my direction. | |
Go grow some balls! | |
I'm think of you when your momma calls in just her under-alls. | |
I'll photograph your decent, your fall | |
When you bitch, and beg and crawl | |
Go away! | |
I'm through with you and all the games you put me through. | |
Don't you tell me what to do! | |
Go away! | |
I'm through with you. | |
Please, just leave…you mean nothing more than nothing now to me. | |
Please, just leave…you mean nothing more, you mean nothing to me. |
With you out of my life skies are blue and love is real and true. | |
You fugly brat! ' fraidy cat! | |
Who ever thought shit could shine like that? | |
So glad you stabbed my back. | |
The blade when I turned my back | |
Go away! | |
I' m through with you and all the games you put me through. | |
You' re old and slow. I' m fast and new. | |
Go away! | |
I' m through with you. | |
Your eyes they convey all I despise with one glazed glance in my direction. | |
Go grow some balls! | |
I' m think of you when your momma calls in just her underalls. | |
I' ll photograph your decent, your fall | |
When you bitch, and beg and crawl | |
Go away! | |
I' m through with you and all the games you put me through. | |
Don' t you tell me what to do! | |
Go away! | |
I' m through with you. | |
Please, just leave you mean nothing more than nothing now to me. | |
Please, just leave you mean nothing more, you mean nothing to me. |