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THE WILLIES
Okay, we’ll play a scary game.
But all these stupid games are the same.
It’s too dark to see and that’s fucking lame.
I have no bullets so why even aim?
God damn it, I don’t have a gun?
What the fuck?! I thought I had one!
I better find one soon or else I’m done.
These horror games are soooo much fun.
Oh great, more blood on the floor …
I thought he was dead, I guess he died some more.
Now I can’t get out because they locked the door.
Where’s the key? It should be in the drawer!
Stumble around, like I’m in a trance.
Something jumps out and I shit my pants.
Whatever it is I’m gonna take a stance
But I die, of course, never have a chance.
CHORUS:
God, these games
They give me the willies
I hate the willies
I hate these games
God, these games
They give me the willies
I hate the willies
I hate these games
God, these games
They give me the willies
I hate the willies
I hate these games
Now what? I gotta hide somewhere.
Behind the sofa? Behind the chair?
Here it comes, from right over there!
And I’m dead, of course, I don’t even care.
Look a book, another diary?
How’d they die? Let’s read it and see.
Something cryptic and then fuck me.
Let’s go back again, hit ‘B’.
Uh oh, the kitchen’s filled with blood.
What’s on the walls, what is this crud?
Did you hear that? I heard a thud.
All I get from chat is: “Good luck, bud.”
Thanks. That helps a whole lot.
All I need’s to get out of this spot.
Here comes a monster just like I thought.
Still no gun or I’d take a shot.
God, these games
They give me the willies
I hate the willies
I hate these games
God, these games
They give me the willies
I hate the willies
I hate these games
God, these games
They give me the willies
I hate the willies
I hate these games
Oh sure, these games are profound.
Follow that trail of blood on the ground.
Next thing you know, a scary sound.
Creepy music, the dolls dance around.
You can’t get out, you can’t get in.
Where do you go? Where have you been?
Nothing attacking me has skin.
So I can’t lose but I can’t win.
There’s no skill, there’s no luck.
I’m trapped, and now, I can’t get unstuck.
People that made this game sure suck.
Honestly, I don’t think they give a fuck.
So there, hope I explained:
Why all of my efforts seem so damned pained.
Whole time I played the game I complained.
And it was all to keep you fucks entertained.
God, these games
They give me the willies
I hate the willies
I hate these games.
God, these games
They give me the willies
I hate the willies
I hate these games
God, these games
They give me the willies
I hate the willies
I hate these games
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