Pull Off Your Arms And Let's Play In Your Blood - Fight Like Apes

(Say, Kate, next Friday there’s gonna be a weenie roast, or there’ll be a

bowling club if you’d rather do that, or we can go to the band concert…

Say, you like to do lots of things don’t ya!)

When you were playing dollies, I was acting up in the park

You’re not into older men but I guess no one looks old in the dark

You know they say that things can change for the best

Well, I detest your fucking stories, I’d love to have a shot at your chest

Writing songs about cutting you up

I can’t keep writing these songs…

My well-read friend informed me that I was a cunt

Well it’s her own cunting problem

It’s not my fucking problem I’m dumb

Well I read the very same book and it gave me

It gave me lots of details of the perpetrator’s innocence

Of couples and their problems

And self-removing genitals

I took a different view from it

I took a better view from it

I’m sorry if it’s sick, but I couldn’t help thinking

I couldn’t help wondering, I couldn’t help wondering

Why I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up

I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up

I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up

I can’t keep writing these songs

I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up

I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up

I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up

Let’s play pull off your arms…

Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in

your blood

Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in

your blood

Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in

your blood (I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up)

Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in

your blood (I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up)

Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in

your blood (I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up)

Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in

your blood (I can’t keep writing these songs)