Screeching Weasel
Stab Stab Stab
I'm sick of this room
And I'm sick of you
I won't ever break
Only two of you
There's two of me, too
You can't ever win

Why won't you die?
Why won't you die?

I've got something on you
There's nothing you can do
I know where the knives are
Locked inside
But i'll find my way
Out to where i live

Why won't you die?
Why won't you die?