Lyrics:
I'd be grateful for one morsel
Of your loving again
Summer, restless summer
Won't let sleeping dogs lay
Your bobbed voice
You awaken as time goes
Came monsters, livid
With desire
They fought
Wrangled over the world, A morsel
God lay dead in heaven
Angels sang the hymn of the end
Purple winds
to grow
Way more than a morsel
You got more soul
Than most folks know
Way more than a morsel
You got more soul
Than most folks know
Your mind's not loose,
Every little morsel it tastes like sin.
It’s our national food, I know I’m not mistaken
Crazy ‘bout my bacon
There’s a craze sweeping cross the land
They
bubble and eat with the dogs in the yard
Share every morsel or they're gonna tear you apart
Step out of your bubble and die with us dogs in the yard
Your fed through the morsels that make Brooklyn Soup
I want the truth but it's buried in some movie script
In it the main characters carry switch blades
the dark again
I'm so fucking tired of killing myself
For every morsel of slack that I get
I know only I can save me from myself
But where the hell do I
to find a morsel of motivation
An inspiration to prove to myself that I have a bigger purpose in this life
We fight through life feeding our heads with
Yeah, Yeah,
Uh,
Okay,
I say
That dollar bill appeal a drive a sane man loco (Ay)
That gushy tushy give her estate and every morsel
Ay, Addiction,
sad?
How long could you wait?
For a taste of this (me) human morsel served upon your plate
Watch this feline Skulk
Through my life
Head in (a) sack
truly dead
Take a bite, take a morsel
The pain is universal
Take a bite, take a nibble
It could only hurt a little
Take a bite, take a taste
Wouldn't
We the people take our morsels painted in red white and blue
But don't listen to me, I'm just a communist
Fuck my feelings, fuck yours too, jesus
honed in every morsel
So why the hell would I be normal?
Bitch you stupid
Never been, never been, never been ugh
Never been
TBH it's gonna be this way
his face
Bring the lame bring the poor
Bring them right inside my door
I want my banquet to be tasted
Not a single morsel wasted
Go out again bring them
this ain't no performance
You're a tasty morsel, and I'm finna eat
I'm vaginatarian, you crave a little bit of meat
Here and there we go together like
and sniffing the glue...
Sniffing every 'thing' that adhered to these
Delightful little morsels
(some of you might think this is weird...
No wonder. it's not
A morsel of your snack food
I don't mean to be rude
Working hard but it's hardly working
I can see failure lurking
Gonna need some energy
If I'm gonna make
the Earth, I shall turn down the heat
I shall take away every morsel to eat
I shall turn every feeling to stone
Where I walk crying alone
Crying for
the most of every morsel you'll allow them
Though we know you've changed so much since then
They'll get you in the end
They're your old girlfriends
Do
but sorely
No morsel of spunk had he left
Who was he drained
some knocks on the door came a-poundin'
He wanted not answer but should
So ahead his fat
never made a profit
First two minutes
I establish my authority as first lieutenant more so
For my moronic morceau
I spit my song in morsels
I had
at the scraps and morsels, fighting tooth and nail
Our bodies decorate the land where God failed
The selfish pigs have much to spare but our pleas fall on deaf
bagging but sorely
No morsel of spunk had he left
who was he drained
some knocks on the door came a-poundin'
he wanted not answer but should
so ahead
but sorely
No morsel of spunk had he left
who was he drained
some knocks on the door came a-poundin'
he wanted not answer but should
so ahead his fat
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