You're not telling what you feel

You just say you can't deal

You're just lying in an [Incomprehensible]

You're just saying, it ain't real Mom told you

And I'll tell you

You better pick it up

Clean up your room I'm not telling you what to feel

I'm just saying I can't deal

You're just lying like a peel

I'm just saying you ain't real Your Mom told you

And I'll tell you

You better straighten up

Besides you messed yourself You're so hot

You bet

Entangled Tuna fish cans, chocolate wrapper

Jello plugs, stuffed gorilla, phone bill

Fax paper, cranberry juice, dirty socks

Cds, tapes, guitar pick, new snare

High school year book

Comb and all those letters Your mom told you

And I'll tell you

If you make me cry

I'll poke your eye I'll tell you're in for him

You're lying in your room

If what you say is true

Then I say we're through