The Destroyed Room

You're not telling what you feel

You just say you can't deal

You're just lying in an orange peel

You're just saying it ain't real

Mom told you

And I'll tell you

You better clean it up

Clean up your room

I'm not telling you what to feel

I'm just saying I can't deal

You're just lying like a peel

I'm just saying you ain't real

Your mom told you

And I'll tell you

You better straighten up

You're such a messy son

You're so hot

You're baked

Entangled

Tunafish cans, chocolate wrapper

Jello box, stuffed gorilla, phone bill

Fax paper, cranberry juice, dirty socks

CDs, tapes, guitar pick, new snare

High school year book, comb

And all those letters

Your mom told you

And I'll tell you

If you make me cry

I'll poke your eye

I'll tell you limb for limb

You're lying in your room

If what you say is true

Then I say we're through