| Lyrics: | He reads books; of the list book club
And after two months--his stance a familiar hunch
Its
that same slouch - you had the last time he came around
His oppression abounds,
his type is doing the rounds
He is a scum-egg; a horrid trendy
wretch
C.r.e.e.p. cr e.e.p.
Black saucers at the back of your
neck
Interruptions, from the side when you talk
In the presence, of this ugly gawk,
Is
offending, make sure youre not absorbed
(with hideous luck - hell absorb all your
talk)
Cr e.e.p. c.r.e.e.p. (3 times)
From the bright sun, he
came one fine morn
"populist" - as well in his class at least
But then came real age, and
for that we all must pay
(and for that we all do pay)
C.r.e.ep.
c.r.e.e.p.
C.r. eep c.r.e.e.p
Cr e.e.p. - cr e.e.p. cr e.e.p. - cr e.ep (2
times)
And he wants world peace! (and for that we all must
pay)
He likes abc! (c.r.ee.p.)
C.r.ee.p. cr.e.e.p. (2 times)
Creep! |
