When I Get Home...

You're so dead, yea you're so dead when I get home.
Want to know why? Oh don't you wish you knew why.
You should always have known every thought. I screamed them out with every smile and every little thought, so wild.
So keep believing what you'll keep preaching to the senseless crowd that listens listlessly. You'll practice what you want, but not what you preach.
You're oh so dead when I get home. Baby, dead when I come home.
Can you share that smile once more? Share it with those fickle folks that watch you blankly, does their approval mean that much to you?
Dead dead dead. You're so dead to me when I get home.

Get out, get out, get out of my car. I don't want to see you smile my way again.
Get out, get out, get the fuck out of my car. Take your words and don't look back.
You're so dead to me. I'm going home.