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Have they been counting your blessingsOn their fat fingers and toesAnd when you find it distressingAre they like god only knowsHow many dreams they've forsakenJust to keep us in clothes?All around the world ripens to rotAnd we fill up our guts with the sweet dark spotsAnd we take to the skies likeLocusts in flightIt might be a disgrace butWe still got out appetitesWe've no shame and we've no prideand we've got nothing left to hideCause we've got nothing left insideThey can try with all of their mightWe still got our appetiteEach night we come likesharks to the chumbut the ladder's succumbedto all but gristle and crumbs.The stakes are so low that we eat off the floorThat's what we got long tongues forSongtexteShow us your teeth and show us your titsand show us the scars from all the shit that you did.And we swell up like ticks on the hide of the nightIt makes better men sick but to me it's alright!I love you to the max! Aus Songtexte Mania