The End Of The End Of The Ugly

Youre not telling what you feel
Youre just say you cant deal
Youre just lying like a peel
Youre just saying it aint real
Mum told you
And Ill tell you
You better pick it up You left your room
Im not telling you what or feel
Im just saying I cant deal
Youre just lying like a peel
Im just saying you aint real
Your mum told you
And Ill tell you
You better straighten up Its such mess inside
Youre so hot
Youre bad
Youre tangled
Television pants shock gello price phone bill fax paper
Cranberry juice dirty sock cds tapes highschool yearbook
Comb and all those let ups
Your mum told you
And Ill tell you
If I make you cry
Ill poke your eye
Ill tear you limb for limb
Lying in your room
What we said is true
And as such were through