Chorus:
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You're twisted, that's what you are
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Just like a bee buzzin' in a jar
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Frayed and ragged, spent and strained
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Watchin' that water spin down the drain
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You think that no one sees ya hidin' your dirt
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And no one sees the spots and stains on your shirt
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There's a big empty room there behind your eyes
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When you look in the closet, you'll find a surprise
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What do you do in the middle of the night
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When no one sees you there?
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Does your head start to shrink? Do your eyes bug out?
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Do you wonder what's cheatin' and what's playin' fair?
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I bet you've got an awful itch
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A scratch that you can't touch
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You're rollin' and weavin' all over the floor
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You're scrappin' and scrapin' your nails at the door
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Chorus repeat x2
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Now what do you do in the middle of the night
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When no one sees you there?
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Does your head start to shrink? Do your eyes bug out?
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Do you wonder what's cheatin' and what's playin' fair?
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I bet you send out for all your food
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I bet you think this that phone call is rude
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Your body's all bent and hairy and warped outta shape
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So take this number and call it, 'cause the zoo needs an ape
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Chorus repeat x2, then repeat the first line x4
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Twisted
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| Stan Ridgway |
