All the stomach pains and the walking of the canes
And you whisper up to me in your life of tragedy
'Til you eat the last of me, oh, when will I be free?
Just find another host, just another fool to roast
My tapeworm tells me what to do
My tapeworm tells me where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
All the evil traits and the filling of the crates
When you (you) do come out (out)
And you slither up to me in your pimpin' majesty
'Til you eat the last of me, oh, when will I be free?
And you (you) a parasite (-site)
Just find another host just another stool to post
My tapeworm tells me what to do
My tapeworm tells me where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of me
Just waiting for the tomb
Just waiting for the tomb
My tapeworm tells me what to do
My tapeworm tells me where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey
WRITERS
Serj Tankian, Daron V. Malakian, Shavo Odajian, John Dolmayan
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.