WRIGGLE

The b**ch went nuts

She stabbed my basketball

And the speakers to my stereo

She called me cunt

But nothing prepared me for

What I found when I came home

Oh and I

Make my own bed

I lie in it

You lie in yours (you lie' you lie in yours)

But they want more

They're at my door

With torches

Please leave me alone

You know just shut it just shut it just shut it

The b**ch went nuts

She photoshopped my face (shopped his face)

On to every boy who'd done her wrong

Then she burned them telepathically

Onto the brains of all her embittered drones

Oh now

Now they want more

They're at my door

With torches' scores and scores and scores

To settle with themselves

Who would have thought

I'd scorned them all

They've got a doll of me

They're burning' they're burning' they're burnin

Their own memories

Why do they all know? (Go!)

Why do they all know? (Go!)

The b**ch went nuts y'all

But everyone said she might

Oh' holy f**kin' sh*t

Seriously now

Now they want more

They're at my door

With torches' scores and scores

You would have thought

I'd scorned them all

They've got a doll of me

They're burnin'

Why do they all know? (Go!)