All through the scandel
Of the small own scene
I always handle
You like to think my spirit is weak
I thought you knew
I thought you knew, it was gonna be this way
I guess I thought that 'cause I told you every day
I know you're tryin' to suck my soul
Oh
Well I'm sick of the chinks and I'm sick of the bars
I'm sick of the sea and blows to the stars
I'm sad yea its getting me mad
Hah, I'm tired of you pulling on me
It makes you look foolish and you can't see
That its weak just stand on your feet
Get your arms off my shoulder
And get a little older you
Wait life's a creep it's a good life with me
So take me
But you cannot, cannot suck my soul, no
Check it out
Well the soulsuckers must be
Suckin never can tell
Well the soulsuckers must be
Suckin never can tell
The soulsuckers must be certain navagatin'
The soulsuckers must be certain navagatin'
The soulsuckers must be certain navagatin'
