Drive me round the yard until I'm brittle,
Clip my ear and slap me round a little,
'Til you're bored, or something,
Drive me round the yard until I'm brittle,
Clip my ear and slap me round a little,
'Til you're bored, or something,
But please don't stop 'til I'm reduced to nothing.
Take me to the valley in the south,
Put a sopping flannel in my mouth,
And hold it, choking.
Please don't stop 'til I'm reduced to nothing.
Hang me up with blue rope from the beach,
Whack me in the shins then put a leech,
On my tongue, blood sucking.
But please don't stop 'til I'm reduced to nothing.
Tie my bloated body to the tide,
Sink into the ocean where I'll bide,
Forever, or something.
But please don't stop 'til I'm reduced to nothing.
I wanna be victim.
I wanna be prayer.
I wanna do everything you morons say.
Take in a deep breath, get up off the ground,
If I don't see you soon, I'll see you around.
La,
La la la,
La la la,
La la la la la la la la,
La la la-a,
La la la,
La la la,
La la la la la la la la,
La la la-a,
Peel off my skin, the flesh off my bone,
I'll be for you, forever alone.
Peel off my skin, the flesh off my bone,
I'll be for you, forever alone.
Peel off my skin, the flesh off my bone,
I'll be for you, forever alone.
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