I cannot disguise
All the stomach pains and the walking of the canes
When you do come out
And you whisper up to me in your life of tragedy

But I cannot grow
'Til you eat the last of me, oh, when will I be free?
And you, a parasite
Just find another host, just another fool to roast

'Cause you
My tapeworm tells me what to do
You
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

I cannot deny
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

But I cannot grow
'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

'Cause you
My tapeworm tells me what to do
You
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

Out of me

I'm sitting in my room
With a needle in my hand
Just waiting for the tomb
Of some old dying man

Sitting in my room
With a needle in my hand
Just waiting for the tomb
Of some old dying man

You
My tapeworm tells me what to do
You
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

Hey
Hey
Hey
Fuck me

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Writer(s): Daron V. Malakian, John Dolmayan, Serj Tankian, Shavo Odajian