Lyrics Pull Off Your Arms And Let's Play In Your Blood - Fight Like Apes

Pull Off Your Arms And Let's Play In Your Blood

(Say, Kate, next Friday there’s gonna be a weenie roast, or there’ll be a
bowling club if you’d rather do that, or we can go to the band concert…
Say, you like to do lots of things don’t ya!)
When you were playing dollies, I was acting up in the park
You’re not into older men but I guess no one looks old in the dark
You know they say that things can change for the best
Well, I detest your fucking stories, I’d love to have a shot at your chest
Writing songs about cutting you up
I can’t keep writing these songs…
My well-read friend informed me that I was a cunt
Well it’s her own cunting problem
It’s not my fucking problem I’m dumb
Well I read the very same book and it gave me
It gave me lots of details of the perpetrator’s innocence
Of couples and their problems
And self-removing genitals
I took a different view from it
I took a better view from it
I’m sorry if it’s sick, but I couldn’t help thinking
I couldn’t help wondering, I couldn’t help wondering
Why I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up
I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up
I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up
I can’t keep writing these songs
I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up
I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up
I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up
Let’s play pull off your arms…
Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in
your blood
Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in
your blood
Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in
your blood (I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up)
Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in
your blood (I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up)
Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in
your blood (I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up)
Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in
your blood (I can’t keep writing these songs)