Lyrics:
You’re on my back every single day
You’re like a reoccurring spot that never goes away
Nothing wrong with you that death won’t cure
You’re the devils best friend, of that I’m sure
You could start a row with an empty room
You fill everybody’s life with gloom
You’re everybody’s worst dream come true
It’s no wonder they don’t wanna talk to you.
Get out (out, out)
Get out of my life
Get out (out, out)
Get out of my life
Get out (out, out)
Get out of my life
Get out (out, out)
Get out of my life