I want to rearrange you
I want some gratitude
I want to rearrange you
Do you think I should?
Don't cry, it hurts me to hurt you
I've got a gun and I've got a problem
Sensitivity sucks so hard
You make me sweat and it makes me smell bad
No one ever thought I'd go far
I want to rearrange you
I want some gratitude
I want to rearrange you
Do you think I should?
Don't cry, it hurts me to hurt you
And as a youth you were prone to acne
And everybody was taller than you
The odd occasion on which you're happy
Is when you're doing things you shouldn't do
I want to rearrange you
I want some gratitude
I want to rearrange you
Do you think I should?
Don't cry, it hurts me to hurt you
Don't cry, it hurts me to hurt you