Look on Your Face by The Meat Purveyors Lyrics
It's in the way you walk
It’s in the way you talk
When I hear your voice
I really have no choice
It's a chemical change
Like my cells are getting rearranged
It really makes no sense
Why I get so intense
When you're on the screen
Or in a magazine
But I think it must be
Something about the look on your face
I don’t like the look on your face
I don't like the cut of your jib
I don't like the things that you said or the things you did
I don't like the folks you pal around with
Or what you've donе to the place
But most of all, I don't like thе look on your face
When I hear you talk
In that bull shit twang
It's a nails on chalkboard kind of thing
And it's true I don’t like
Most of what you actually say
You’re a regular guy
You come from humble roots
That's a god damn lie
Your dad’s the king of suits
But the look on your face is the thing that really ruins my day
I don't like the look on your face
I don't like the cut of your jib
I don't like the things that you said or the things you did
I don’t like the folks you pal around with
Or what you've done to the place
But most of all, I don't like the look on your face
It's been a long time since
I first got sick of you
Now it seems I'm still in the thick of you
And it seems it's gonna be a while before you go away
And I have to say
When you get old and grey
As the years go by until you finally die
I'm pretty fucking sure that I still hate the look on your face
I don't like the look on your face
I don't like the cut of your jib
I don't like the things that you said or the things you did
I don't like the folks you pal around with
Or what you've done to the place
But most of all, I don't like the look on your face
But most of all, I don't like the look on your face
It’s in the way you talk
When I hear your voice
I really have no choice
It's a chemical change
Like my cells are getting rearranged
It really makes no sense
Why I get so intense
When you're on the screen
Or in a magazine
But I think it must be
Something about the look on your face
I don’t like the look on your face
I don't like the cut of your jib
I don't like the things that you said or the things you did
I don't like the folks you pal around with
Or what you've donе to the place
But most of all, I don't like thе look on your face
When I hear you talk
In that bull shit twang
It's a nails on chalkboard kind of thing
And it's true I don’t like
Most of what you actually say
You’re a regular guy
You come from humble roots
That's a god damn lie
Your dad’s the king of suits
But the look on your face is the thing that really ruins my day
I don't like the look on your face
I don't like the cut of your jib
I don't like the things that you said or the things you did
I don’t like the folks you pal around with
Or what you've done to the place
But most of all, I don't like the look on your face
It's been a long time since
I first got sick of you
Now it seems I'm still in the thick of you
And it seems it's gonna be a while before you go away
And I have to say
When you get old and grey
As the years go by until you finally die
I'm pretty fucking sure that I still hate the look on your face
I don't like the look on your face
I don't like the cut of your jib
I don't like the things that you said or the things you did
I don't like the folks you pal around with
Or what you've done to the place
But most of all, I don't like the look on your face
But most of all, I don't like the look on your face