The Destroyed Room

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 betEntangled

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