Meat Head

Get out of my bed, you don't have a place beside me What kind of tricks were those Were you trying to hypnotise 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 Because you are too drunk to dance You are too drunk to dance You are too drunk to dance You are too drunk to dance That makes you the worst kind of criminal Just wait till they catch you That makes you the worst kind of criminal Just wait till they catch you That makes you the worst kind of criminal Just wait till they catch you That makes you the worst kind of criminal Just wait till they catch you You've got no excuse Don't try to fake an alibi You stand with your tendency to acidify 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 anywhere you can break someone and get away with it I'll scream 'till my throat rips if you get away from this Because you are too drunk to dance You are too drunk to dance You are too drunk to dance You are too drunk to dance That makes you the worst kind of criminal Just wait 'till they catch you That makes you the worst kind of criminal Just wait 'till they catch you That makes you the worst kind of criminal Just wait 'till they catch you That makes you the worst kind of criminal Just wait 'till they catch you