I’d like to hang you from a tree
Then make you watch what you don’t wanna see
Find out what’s really in your mind
Well, are you that twisted and unkind?
Shut up, shut up, words pound my head
Shut up and get off my TV set
Shut up, shut up, why aren’t you dead?
Why aren’t you hangin’ from a tree?
I’d like to make you sit and spin
Until the lies eat through your skin
But there’s no compassion in your soul
Remorse is only for yourself
Chorus
Little man with big ambition
Arrogant by self admission
I just wish the world
Could find a way to make you shut up |
