LYRICS: I peeled off my face, I tore up my room I read my own rights and I filled them with glue I turned the commercial into a creepshow I peeped at the gods with their bodies all day-glo It’s summertime And it’s that time To strut and strum I’m gonna strut strut strut I’m gonna I’m combing my braids, I’m sneezing my brain Drinking shampoo and I’m tasting my grave I’m wearing myself inside out And I’m wearing my welcome inside out
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