Lifetime - (The Gym Is) Neutral Territory Lyrics
Lifetime - (The Gym Is) Neutral Territory Lyrics
Why find a nice way to tell you you suck? I hate your guts. You act so boring. And if you don't stop those looks I'm gonna poke you in the eye. Who are you anyway? You think you're second to none. Keep your f*ckin' eyes off of me. You f*ckin' creep. Get you're f*ckin' hands out of my pockets. You f*ckin' thief. Why find a nice way to tell you you suck? I hate your guts. You act so boring. And if you don't stop those looks I'm gonna poke you in the eye. Who are you anyway? You think you're second to none. Keep your f*ckin' eyes off of me. You f*ckin' creep. Get you're f*ckin' hands out of my pockets. You f*ckin' thief. And all you kids, so smart, with your cool looks. Don't you know? Stop talking about all the stuff that gets you pist. Don't you know? Keep your hands inside your pockets and draw deep breaths, and fumble for the right words. Put your hands inside your pockets and draw blank stares. You're living in the real world. Start a band. Throw a brick. You're laziness just makes me sick. Start a band. Throw a brick. You're laziness just makes me sick, cause the gym is neutral territory.
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Why find a nice way to tell you you suck? I hate your guts. You act so boring. And if you don't stop those looks I'm gonna poke you in the eye. Who are you anyway? You think you're second to none. Keep your f*ckin' eyes off of me. You f*ckin' creep. Get you're f*ckin' hands out of my pockets. You f*ckin' thief. Why find a nice way to tell you you suck? I hate your guts. You act so boring. And if you don't stop those looks I'm gonna poke you in the eye. Who are you anyway? You think you're second to none. Keep your f*ckin' eyes off of me. You f*ckin' creep. Get you're f*ckin' hands out of my pockets. You f*ckin' thief. And all you kids, so smart, with your cool looks. Don't you know? Stop talking about all the stuff that gets you pist. Don't you know? Keep your hands inside your pockets and draw deep breaths, and fumble for the right words. Put your hands inside your pockets and draw blank stares. You're living in the real world. Start a band. Throw a brick. You're laziness just makes me sick. Start a band. Throw a brick. You're laziness just makes me sick, cause the gym is neutral territory.
Writer: Ari Zev Katz, Daniel Benjamin Yemin, David J Palaitis, Peter M Martin, Scot Golley
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.