Wolf Alice - You’re A Germ lyrics

George rides a bike, to pick her up from school He likes her cause she’s pure She likes him cause she heard he’s cool You’re a germ, twist my own sights You’re a germ, we hear the fight This is not exploring, When you are dead inside What were you before him? I dwell, i dwell Makes me Scream, twist my own sights Makes me scream. We hear the one! two! three! four! five! six! seven! CHORUS: You Ain’t going to Heaven (i dwell, i dwell) Don’t think you’re going to hell (i dwell, i dwell) With Mom and Dad you can tell them (i dwell, i dwell) You’re a guilty f**er as well (i dwell, i dwell) George takes her to the mic plays the same songs every year His leather looks pretty cheap And the clock gives somehow fear You’re a creep, twist my own sights You’re a Creep We hear the one! two! three! four! five! six! seven! CHORUS: You Ain’t going to Heaven (i dwell, i dwell) Don’t think you’re going to hell (i dwell, i dwell) With Mom and Dad you can tell them (i dwell, i dwell) You’re a guilty f**er as well (i dwell, i dwell) CHORUS: You Ain’t going to Heaven (i dwell, i dwell) Don’t think you’re going to hell (i dwell, i dwell) With Mom and Dad you can tell them (i dwell, i dwell) Tell them you’re a guilty f**er as well! Yes you Are! (HAHAHAHA)