You're A Germ - Wolf Alice
George rides a bike,
to pick her up from school
He likes her cause she’s pure
She likes him cause she heard he’s cool
You’re a germ, twist my own sights
You’re a germ, we hear the fight
This is not exploring,
When you are dead inside
What were you before him? I dwell, i dwell
Makes me Scream, twist my own sights
Makes me scream.
We hear the one! two! three! four! five! six! seven!
You Ain’t going to Heaven (i dwell, i dwell)
Don’t think you’re going to hell (i dwell, i dwell)
With Mom and Dad you can tell them (i dwell, i dwell)
You’re a guilty fucker as well (i dwell, i dwell)
George takes her to the mic
plays the same songs every year
His leather looks pretty cheap
And the clock gives somehow fear
You’re a creep, twist my own sights
You’re a Creep
We hear the one! two! three! four! five! six! seven!
You Ain’t going to Heaven (i dwell, i dwell)
Don’t think you’re going to hell (i dwell, i dwell)
With Mom and Dad you can tell them (i dwell, i dwell)
You’re a guilty fucker as well (i dwell, i dwell)
You Ain’t going to Heaven (i dwell, i dwell)
Don’t think you’re going to hell (i dwell, i dwell)
With Mom and Dad you can tell them (i dwell, i dwell)
Tell them you’re a guilty fucker as well!
Yes you Are!