Gore Lyrics

I lift a finger

You bang your toe

I don't like your honey now

It tastes of piss just so

I don't like your money

I don't like your bedhead friends

Always bein funny

I wouldn't dream of it

Drowning in a puddle of mud

I could hardly keep a straight face

If I could gore your face like the poltergeist when you look in the mirror

Oh dear

You look at life like a movie, too

You look at me with a sneer

And such an actor needs a director

So I'll leave the porch light on

Master Projector

If you ever muster whatever it takes to ask yourself

"Am I one of the people that I used to make fun of?"

Then won't you come and find me?