Help Me I'm Hungry (11/05/89, Melkweg, Amsterdam, The Netherlands)
(Radio Performance, 1987)
“That's it\" Until my tensions Feed me, I'm fucking hungry Degrade me I want my gun back
Like the fucking resume Experience credentials Experience the process People freaking every day White lights Sitting inside And you get sicker then you get a little better Then a
Blasphemy
Hold me, I'm so pathetic And study, all the sudden Baby, suddenly find her Daddy, exploring only
Like the fucking resume Experience credentials Experience the process People freaking every day White lights Sitting inside And you get sicker then you get a little better Hold me Until my tensions degrade me I'm fucking hungry Feed me, the wells of comfort Exume me I want my complex back
A wicked man Picked off the scabs and fed them To the pigeons Help him, he is so cornered Kill him, your mercy whore will
Like the fucking resume Experience potentials Experience the process People freaking every day White lights really inside And you get sicker than ahhhhhhh Help me, fucking hoses Help me, until my tensions Praise me, I'm really hungry Degrade me, I want my complex back