Dead boy, sad girl, mad people, bad old world Angry teacher, see you standing in the square Fucked up preacher, I don't think you really care If you're right, or you're wrong 'Cause it only makes sense when we're singing your song I can make you innocent
Well, do you like what you do, does it put you in the mood Can I have a... Can I have her. Oh, let me lick you thru and thru Ahh! I'll take you, and show you the truth If it's right, or it's wrong You'll only make sense when you're singing my song