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