System of a Down

I cannot disguise
All the stomach pains
And the walking of the canes
When you, do come out
And you whisper up to me
In your life of tragedy

But I cannot grow
Till you eat the last of me
Oh when will I be free
And you, a parasite
Just find another host
Just another fool to roast

Cause you
My tapeworm tells me what to do
You
My tapeworm tells me where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey

I cannot deny
All the evil traits
And the filling of the crates
When you, do come out
And you slither up to me
In your pimpin' majesty

But I cannot grow
Till you eat the last of me
Oh when will I be free
And you, a parasite
Just find another host
Just another stool to post

Cause you
My tapeworm tells me what to do
You
My tapeworm tells me where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
Pull the tapeworm out of me?

I'm just sitting in my room
With a needle in my hand
Just waiting for the tomb
Of some old dying man
Sitting in my room
With a needle in my hand
Just waiting for the tomb
Of some old dying man?

Cause you
My tapeworm tells me what to do
You
My tapeworm tells me where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Written by PENICK, JEREMY BRIAN / BURCHFIELD, RYAN BRADLEY / NOONAN, DANIEL S. / HECKAMAN, GORDON CHARLES
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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