Up the Dumper (Acoustic)

Na-na-na-now

At least then I'm all rested

I can't deny

I won't let that harm man in

It won't be long now

Still warming you up

I can't believe

Enough you Band-Aid girl

Holding me high

You stand there all laugh and

It won't be long 'til I'm holding you more distant

And I got the fever of your ridicule

Oh, oh

Time for the pill

In your faulty stomach, you

Give in my heart

Cross lines with the vial on you

It won't be long 'til I'm holding you, moldy stump

And I got the front of all your ridicule

Oh, oh