Lyrics

It's in the way you walk It's in the way you talk When I hear your voice I really have no choice It's a chemical change Like my cells are getting rearranged It really makes no sense Why I get so intense When you're on the screen Or in a magazine But I think it must be Something about the look on your face I don't like the look on your face I don't like the cut of your jib I don't like the things that you said or the things you did I don't like the folks you pal around with Or what you've donе to the place But most of all, I don't like thе look on your face When I hear you talk In that bull shit twang It's a nails on chalkboard kind of thing And it's true I don't like Most of what you actually say You're a regular guy You come from humble roots That's a god damn lie Your dad's the king of suits But the look on your face is the thing that really ruins my day I don't like the look on your face I don't like the cut of your jib I don't like the things that you said or the things you did I don't like the folks you pal around with Or what you've done to the place But most of all, I don't like the look on your face It's been a long time since I first got sick of you Now it seems I'm still in the thick of you And it seems it's gonna be a while before you go away And I have to say When you get old and grey As the years go by until you finally die I'm pretty fucking sure that I still hate the look on your face I don't like the look on your face I don't like the cut of your jib I don't like the things that you said or the things you did I don't like the folks you pal around with Or what you've done to the place But most of all, I don't like the look on your face But most of all, I don't like the look on your face