Up the Dumper

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 gail

Holding me high

You stand there all laugh and

It wont 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 wont be long 'til I’m holding you, mouldy stump

And I got the front of all your ridicule

Oh, oh.