The guys downstairs ain't happy Once again they're up to no good Right or wrong Is the beast in my head Twenty-first in month I have to eat wood
Aqualunch - Too poor to eat Blood instead of meat I'm about to eat your eyes No matter the size
Build yourself a wooden box Climb in there and die Look how pathetic you are In the box I hear your whimpy cries Eat someone you know You would love it
Aqualunch - Too poor to eat Blood instead of meat I'm about to eat your eyes No matter the size
I can't afford to drive my ford Remember food? It used to taste so good In every single way
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