Your words will one day spite your face   And another mouth will come and take its place   It'll speak and speak and speak and sputter me dry   I will never understand the motive drive      Muck   You   Up   Muck      In a dream I wander on   To the bell tower, writing songs   So I crumple this page, and rip it up   Never piece my broken heart to you      Muck   You   Up   Muck      Your words will one day spite your face   And another mouth will come and take its place   It'll speak and speak and speak and sputter me dry   I will never understand the motive drive      Muck      Your words will spite your face   Your words will spite your face   Spiteface   Spiteface   Spiteface   Spiteface