Amateur Transplants - OCD lyrics

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Amateur Transplants - OCD lyrics

You just can't go to sleep Until, you've cleaned the kitchen And then you spend an hour Locking all the doors Everything you own Is in alpabetical order You're terrified of germs And scrub your hands red raw But now you've come for help And I shall be your saviour Cuz I have got a name for your irrational behaviour OCD, OCD, OCD You have OCD Did you turn the gas off? Maybe you should go and see!