Gaffa Tape Sandy - Meat Head

[Alternative rock music]


Get out of my bed, you don't have a place beside me
What kind of tricks were those?
were you trying to hypnotize me?
This house, this temple, is a castle of guilt
No one else but me was ever there when it was built

And you're feeling down on yourself, but I don't care
You're feeling down on yourself, but I don't care.
'Cause you're too drunk to dance!
You're too drunk to dance!
You're too drunk to dance!
You're too drunk to dance!
That makes you the worst kind criminal
Just wait 'till they catch you

You've got no excuse, don't try to fake an alibi
You stand with your tendency to acidify
No is not an answer that is open to debate
My body is my body, it's not yours to confiscate
I can't live in a world where you can wait till the morning
and wake with a meat head
I'll scream 'till my throat rips if you get away from this
'Cause you're too drunk to dance!
You're too drunk to dance!
You're too drunk to dance!
You're too drunk to dance!
That makes you the worst kind criminal
Just wait 'till they catch you

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