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While you carve up the children I'll be combing the sand Searching for bones and teeth And soft little things Held in soft little hands You make me feel like a woman I'll make you feel like a man We'll make them all feel like bitches While we have them eating from our hands I know something you don't know We'll be calling a roll call For people weak in the knees And then we'll call them all liars Because we do as we damn well please Too many days I spend most of them just waiting for something Too many ways for your car to break down I'll misbehave In the hopes I'll catch Not hold your attention If you're the king, then let me see your crown SongtexteEvery day I starve myself Because it's feast or fashion And every day I crack a rib Because I'm laughing at myself Every day I starve myself Because it's feast or fashion And every day I crack a rib I hope I laugh myself to death Too many days I spend most of them just waiting for something Too many ways for your car to break down I'll misbehave In the hopes I'll catch Not hold your attention If you're the king, then let me see your crown Aus Songtexte Mania