The Great American Runaround

Yeah, I’ll impress upon you all the things that you do leave me shaking down to
my knees
It’s the way you speak when you’re walking down the street that’s got me
wishing that you couldn’t breathe
Just say what you mean instead of trying to burn clean you better ask yourself
what you’re trying to achieve
Stop looking so spry when you’re trying to imply that I never really give you
what you need
I don’t need to give you what you need
It’s a trap man
You’re a sick man
You got me round got me round got me spinning all around all around all around
It’s a trap man
You’re a piece of shit, man
Ya gotta leave me alone fucking hang up your phone I bet you can’t wait to say
your shit to me
I’m gonna need some time before you take me alive, I don’t subscribe to your
shit diatribe
I wish you weren’t fucking alive
It’s a trap man
You’re a sick man
You got me round got me round got me spinning all around all around all around