"Outlets" lyrics

When I come slithering through your window (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
You better hope you're not alone
'Cause then I'm gonna go down in the kitchen (Yeah)
To bend every spoon you own
(Then what?)

I'm gonna unplug all your outlets
Gonna run through your living room
With a gorilla suit on
I'm gonna crumple up all your outfits
And cut the cord to your iron
With your Prada shoes on

I'll lock the doors up in the back
And dump a bucket full of rats
I really hope there'll be enough
To feed the snakes in your bath
But I hope you know I'd never do so
There's not a universe where you were ever worth my time
And maybe that's why I haven't even given you a fair chance
To try and change my mind
Oh, in the end, you know it's true
It's not my fault you lose
But turning your back won't change the fact
That you're old news

Is that what you were born to be?
Oh I'd be cranky too if I were you
(Don't wanna cause you pain)
(Just inconvenience you, huh)

I'm gonna unplug all your outlets
Gonna run through your living room with a gorilla suit on
I'm gonna crumple up all your outfits
And cut the cord to your iron
With your Prada shoes on

Gonna watch you open a present
Can you guess what's in the box?
(What is it?) Expired coupons

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La-la, la-la, la-la (La-la-la-la)
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la (La-la-la-la)
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