Spiteface

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

Spiteface

Spiteface

Spiteface

Spiteface