The Pink Spiders Follow

I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo

Speakers come on and turn me on

I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo

Speakers come on and turn me on

They say that love is like a battlefield

I guess I'm out of ammunition

I'm waving my white flag

Trying to capture your attention, sugar

But, but, but, but I've got a fever from anticipation

What does it matter, no one's listening

I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo

Speakers come on and turn me on

I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo

Speakers come on and turn me on

This is the winter of our discontent

You are the brunt of my transgression

How can we scream so loud

With arms crossed and lips sealed?

But, but, but, but I've got a fever from anticipation

What does it matter, no one's listening

I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo

Speakers come on and turn me on

I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo

Speakers come on and turn me on

I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo

I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo

Speakers come on and turn me on

I can't tell you so I'll scream it through the stereo

Speakers come on and turn me on