Meathead

Album cover art for "Meathead" by Gaffa Tape Sandy

Gaffa Tape Sandy - Rock

Meathead

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Duration: 2:52

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[Verse 1] 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, I don't care You're feeling down on yourself, I don't care [Pre-Chorus] '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 [Chorus] And that makes you the worst kind criminal Just wait till they catch you That makes you the worst kind criminal Just wait till they catch you That makes you the worst kind criminal Just wait till they catch you That makes you the worst kind criminal Just wait till they catch you [Verse 2] You've got no excuse, don't try to fake an alibi You stand there with your tendency to acidify And 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 break someone and get Away with it I'll scream till my throat rips if you get away from this [Pre-Chorus] '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 [Chorus] And that makes you the worst kind criminal Just wait till they catch you That makes you the worst kind criminal Just wait till they catch you That makes you the worst kind criminal Just wait till they catch you That makes you the worst kind criminal Just wait till they catch you

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