Fit In My Skin

You gotta leave, you gotta go
We don't want you no more
Don't say a word, don't turn around
As you walk right out the door

I've got a face like a bulldog stuck in heat
Flies fall to the ground death when I breath
Outcast with a runny nose and my feat have eleven toes
Weak min and slow, not quite the man of your dreams
Wish I had penny everytime I heard them scream

You gotta leave, you gotta go
We don't want you no more
Don't say a word, don't turn around
As you walk right out the door
I gotta leave, I gotta go
I'm not wanted no more
Last one in, and the first one out
Like a million times before

Everytime I come around I'm greeted with a fist
A Quasimodo with a twist
Built like a slot machine and I sweat like you won't believe
Weak mind and slow, not quite the man of the year

I can't believe you're in the same room as me
I'm everything that you don't want me to be

You gotta leave,
you gotta go ...