We Don’t Want Your Cookies Songtext
von Carly Cosgrove

Get off my lawn
I want everybody gone
I mean everybody gone
So I can come back good for you
So I can come back good for you


While you were growing up, I was growing old
God, I could feel my body going cold
The curving of my back, liver blackening
I know that you can′t see it, but it's happening
While we were punching in unavailingly
God, I could feel my body failing me
I′m picking at my skin, pulling out my hair
Hoping that a younger man is under there

If he's not, won't you cease?
Won′t you help me rest in peace?
I know you can′t help but poke
But please, let me be

Get off my lawn
I want everybody gone
I need everybody gone
So I can come back good for you
So I can come back good for you
So I can come back good for you
So I can come back good