Come and get me out of this town, oh now Come and save me Come and rescue me from this giant hotel full of bones and babies Take a look at yourself, a look that will sell Call your aunt about the teeth she abandoned Yeah, while she placed 'em in a can and canned 'em
It's the same as any day now Except your teeth are falling out and you're going upstairs Yeah, you're going upstairs It's an upstairs harmony And when you get there you can write a song to keep you company There are good things, there are good things to eat And tonight we're eating meat (Goody, goody, goody!)
There's a couple of things I should tell you about That the fuckers wouldn't sell, 'cause they're too cheap to tell It's the men who feed on human beings And they dawdle about With their bellies hanging out You can wash your fingers, but they never leave You can bite your tongue, but it turns them on And when you're ready to go, they'll pinch at your sides And they'll make you recite Brilliant songs about the symphony
I hate their skin And I hate their trees And their yards that they wrap with their plastics and greens And their white houses Their goddamn white teeth And the chemicals drenched on the hair that they squeeze I hate their sex And the brats that they breed And the air that they breathe And they hated me And they hated me And they hated me And they hated me And they hated me
But then they ate me, and then they ate me And they thought I was tasty Well, then they ate me, and then they ate me And they thought I was tasty Well, then they ate me, and then they ate me And they thought I was tasty Well, then they ate me, and then they ate me And they thought I was tasty, thought I was tasty Thought I was tasty, thought I was tastyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
