Wolf Alice
George rides a bike
To pick her up from school
He likes her cause she's pure
She likes him cause she heard he's cool
You're a germ
Twist my insides
You're a germ
We hear the fight
This is not exploring
When you are dead inside
What were you before him?
( I dwell, I dwell )
Makes me scream
Twist my insides
Makes me scream
We hear the
One !
Two !
Three !
Four !
Five !
Six !
Seven !
You ain't going to Heaven (Eyes wide, eyes wide)
Don't think you're going to hell (Eyes wide, eyes wide)
With Mom and Dad you can tell them (Eyes wide, eyes wide)
You're a guilty fucker as well (Eyes wide, eyes wide)
George takes her to the mic
Plays the same songs every year
His leather looks pretty cheap
And the clock gives somehow fear
You're a creep, twist my insides
You're a creep
We hear the
One !
Two !
Three !
Four !
Five !
Six !
Seven !
You ain't going to Heaven (Eyes wide, eyes wide)
Don't think you're going to hell (Eyes wide, eyes wide)
With Mom and Dad you can tell them (Eyes wide, eyes wide)
You're a guilty fucker as well (Eyes wide, eyes wide)
You ain't going to Heaven (Eyes wide, eyes wide)
Don't think you're going to hell (Eyes wide, eyes wide)
With Mom and Dad you can tell them (Eyes wide, eyes wide)
Tell them you're a guilty fucker as well !
Yes you are !