Needles

I cannot disguise
All the stomach pains and the walking of the canes
When you do come out
And you whisper up to me in your life of tragedy
But I cannot grow
Till you eat the last of me, oh, when will I be free?
And you, a parasite
Just find another host, just another fool to roast

'Cause you, my tapeworm tells me what to do
You, my tapeworm tells me where to go

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass (hey!)
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass (hey!)
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass (hey!)
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass (hey!)

I cannot deny
All the evil traits and the filling of the crates
When you (you) do come out (out)
And you slither up to me in your pimpin' majesty
But I cannot grow
Till you eat the last of me, oh, when will I be free?
And you (you), a parasite (–site)
Just find another host, just another stool to post

'Cause you, my tapeworm tells me what to do
You, my tapeworm tells me where to go

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass (hey!)
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass (hey!)
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass (hey!)
Pull the tapeworm out of me

I'm sitting in my room with a needle in my hand
Just waiting for the tomb of some old, dying man
Sitting in my room with a needle in my hand
Just waiting for the tomb of some old, dying man

Oh
You, my tapeworm tells me what to do
You, my tapeworm tells me where to go

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass (hey!)
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass (hey!)
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass (hey!)
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass (hey!)

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Fuck me