Tick

I feel a tick in my head, and he's sucking on my head
In the morning, I'll be dead if he doesn't leave my head
Why can't he go away, why does he have to stay?
Maybe he wants to play, but I can only say

That I'll get you, I'll burn you, I'll crush you, I'll flush you down, down
The toilet, where you'll spiral around, 'round

Ah, tick
Tick, tick
Tick

I tried to get rid of my plague, but I left some of his leg
And he grew back pretty quick, so I stabbed the little prick
But now I cut my head, in the morning I'll be dead
But even after still, he'll find someone to kill

And I'll get you, I'll burn you, I'll crush you, I'll flush you down, down
The toilet, where you'll spiral around, 'round

Ah, tick
Tick, tick, tick
Tick

Ah, tick
Tick, tick, tick
Tick

Ah, tick
Tick, tick, tick
Tick