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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) SongtexteWith 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! Aus Songtexte Mania