You're good at pushing me out
When I try to kiss her
Like all my friends turning into my enemies
You're good at pushing me out
You're good at pushing me out
You're good at pushing me out
You're good at pushing me out
Late that night I am awakened by the banshee's cry
You're good at pushing me out
I think I'll go home now and dream
Under the moonlight the plow is stained
Here's to sickle swinging fun
And I am much too scared to get a drink
By the power of your name
The farmer's daughter raises hell
You're good at pushing me out
You're good at pushing me
You're good at pushing me out
About the nightmares that could be
Screaming, "Daddies" now I run
You're good at pushing me out
You're good at pushing me out
You're good at pushing me out
I see the rusty swing set blow from generations long ago
You're good at pushing me
