Your words will one day spite your face And another mouth will come and take its place It'll speak and speak and speak and sputter me dry I will never understand the motive drive
Muck..You..Up..Muck
In a dream I wander on To the bell tower.. writing songs So I crumple this page, and rip it up Never piece my broken heart to you
Muck..You..Up..Muck
Your words will one day spite your face And another mouth will come and take its place It'll speak and speak and speak and sputter me dry I will never understand the motive drive
Muck
Your words, will spite your face Your words, will spite your face