Lyrics

She's got a face and it's so sweet, what if we peeled away her skin Off of her bones and she'd reveal herself, a monster within? And then we've won, and we can all go home and celebrate in sin Because you're all so sure of it, because you're all so sure of it It's a game of telephone, and you're so sure of it Oh, burn the witch Oh, burn the witch You've got two feet, why won't you stand for something? You've got two feet, why won't you stand for something? You've got two feet, why won't you stand for something? You didn't tell me, you could have so many friends and feel alone How many roaches up your sleeves would make you feel like you're at home Convince us to believe in anything that you care to admit It's just a game, and you're playing it It's just a game, and you're playing it It's a game of telephone, and you're so sure of it Oh, burn the witch, oh, burn the witch Tie me up and light the fire 'cause I'm so over it Oh, burn the witch Oh, burn the witch You've got two feet, why won't you stand for something? You've got two feet, why won't you stand for something? You've got two feet, why won't you stand for something? Will you watch me burn? Will you watch me burn Say nothing about it, would you watch me burn? Would you watch me burn? Would you watch me burn? Won't you watch me burn? Say nothing about it Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh You've got two feet, why won't you stand for something? You've got two feet, why won't you stand for something? You've got two feet, why won't you stand for something? Keep playing telephone, we're never getting anywhere Keep playing telephone, we're never getting anywhere Keep playing telephone, we're never getting anywhere Keep playing telephone, we're never getting anywhere Keep playing telephone, we're never getting anywhere Keep playing telephone, we're never getting anywhere
Writer(s): Ashrita Kumar, Myron Houngbedji, Paul Vallejo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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