Oh it's the season The smell of treason You don't look like yourself I don't believe it An identikit You fucked up all of your shelves Oh when the damage done Oh when the damage comes Just keep your hands to yourself Guess I'm anemic You are fatiguing From just outside of the door You know that feeling You're in Wisconsin Stopped at a grocery store Oh when the damage done Oh when the damage comes Just keep your hands to yourself Just keep your hands to yourself Just keep your hands to yourself Just keep your hands to yourself