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
Well, she placed them 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 up stairs
It's a* 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 being
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 tress
And their yards that they wrap with their plastics and greens
And their white houses
The goddamn white teeth
And the chemicals drenched
On the hair that they squeeze
I hate their s**
And the brats that they breed
And the air that they breathe
And they hated me (x5)
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 tasty
Come and get me outta 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 Well, she placed them 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 up stairs It's a* 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 being 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 tress And their yards that they wrap with their plastics and greens And their white houses The goddamn white teeth And the chemicals drenched On the hair that they squeeze I hate their s** And the brats that they breed And the air that they breathe And they hated me (x5) 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 tasty Explain Request ×
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