Wednesday, March 22, 2006 | 12:09 am
the food that i'm eating is suddenly tasteless. i know i'm alone now. i know what it tastes like. so break me to small parts that go in small doses, but spare some for spare parts, there might be some good ones. like you might make a dollar. i'm inside your mouth now, behind your tonsil, speeking over your molars.
you're talking to her now. you've eaten something minty and you're making that face that i like and you're going in in for the kill, kill for the killer. kiss, kiss for the kiss kiss. i need your money. it'll help me. i need your car and, i need your love. so won't ya help a brother out? won't ya help a brother out out out out out? just break me to small parts that go in small doses. but spare some for spare parts, you might make a dollar. d-o-l-l-a-r, you might make a d-o-l-l-a-r so won't ya help a brother out? won't ya help a brother out? won't ya help a brother out, out, out, out, out? just break me to small parts that go in small doses but spare some for spare parts there might be some good ones
you might make a dollar(there might be some good ones). there might be some good ones(you might make a dollar). you might make a dollar(there might be some good ones). there might be some good ones.
-yeah, we rocked.