PAINFUL
Parody of "For You" by Staind
Written by Philip Moore
Screw the phone calls
Screw the letters
Don't you get it
This is over
You're gone crazy
I'm afraid, how
Get some help, girl
You're obsessed now
CHORUS
I'd rather stick forks in my head
Or have a tar pit as a bed
Or slam my door on my casted fingers
That take you back
Now she's running
Right behind me
Will someone
Please shoot me
Or choke me
with a necktie
Or jam cigarettes
In my eyes
CHORUS
Cut my legs up
With a jigsaw
Turn my butt cheeks
To lasagna
Rip my jaw out
With some pliers
Set my moustache
Up on fire
Drill a hole through
My leg bone
Bruise up my brain
With an old telephone
CHORUS
CHORUS
Parody of "For You" by Staind
Written by Philip Moore
Screw the phone calls
Screw the letters
Don't you get it
This is over
You're gone crazy
I'm afraid, how
Get some help, girl
You're obsessed now
CHORUS
I'd rather stick forks in my head
Or have a tar pit as a bed
Or slam my door on my casted fingers
That take you back
Now she's running
Right behind me
Will someone
Please shoot me
Or choke me
with a necktie
Or jam cigarettes
In my eyes
CHORUS
Cut my legs up
With a jigsaw
Turn my butt cheeks
To lasagna
Rip my jaw out
With some pliers
Set my moustache
Up on fire
Drill a hole through
My leg bone
Bruise up my brain
With an old telephone
CHORUS
CHORUS
