Worry the jury

So rational, so compelling
You're the first on the sleeve
You got a rage, you got my loving all wrong
You've been so fast asleep
I'm so engaged with their conversation
On the other side of the room
I can't hold back these accusations
Though these are so close to the truth

Who are you? Who are you?
Who you crying to?
Who are you? Who are you?
Who you lying to?

Through the side door with a bag full of peaches
All squished from the flight
The evil ramifications already despite
Our right to defend ourselves, to explain
But for loving you comes in explosive truth
You want a freak, you've got to refrain

Who are you? Who are you?
Who you crying to?
Who are you? Who are you?
Who you lying to?
Who are you? Who are you?
Who you crying to?
Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you? Who are you?

If only I was bigger and better
I could push them around
If only I wouldn't worry the jury
I could spit it all out

Who are you? Who are you?
Who you crying to?
Who are you? Who are you?
Who you lying to?
Who are you? Who are you?
Who you crying to?
Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you? Who are you?