Oh it's the season
The smell of treason
You don't look like yourself
I don't believe it
An identikit
You f*cked up all of your shelves
Oh when the damage done
Oh when the damage comes
Just keep your hands to yourself
Guess I'm anemic
You are fatiguing
From just outside of the door
You know that feeling
You're in Wisconsin
Stopped at a grocery store
Oh when the damage done
Oh when the damage comes
Just keep your hands to yourself
Just keep your hands to yourself
Just keep your hands to yourself
Just keep your hands to yourself