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Mamma, creatures that I held onceScarred in to my brick wallsAnd in their way into the wallsThey don't know what it isOr is my callsI have three squirrels in my handsChewing my fingersBloody pulp andI've got three squirrels in my handsThey won't leave if I cannot affordTo feed themThousands of themThey've outgrown the cageAnd I know exactly where they've been for daysIn my mattress burrowingBirthing litters of themThis Spring'You taste like my wife'He told meI taste like your wife nowOh pleaseLeavin' dishes of poison aroundSleeping on carcasses after the curtainsI've got three squirrels in my handsSongtexteChewing my fingersBloody pulp andI've got three squirrels in my handsThey will leave if I cannot afford to feed themThousands of themNow they've outgrown the cageI know exactly where they've been for daysIn my mattressBurrowingBirthing litters of themThis spring Aus Songtexte Mania