The Gracious Few - Appetite | Текст песни

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Another child without a mother
A bastard son tired old man
Just wasting away as the pipe becomes his lover
Not a man in this world should understand
Just wasting away as the pipe becomes his lover do you understand?

Kill it quicker, stick it deeper
Tuning out the fights tonight
Got an itchy trigger finger and you know you ain't got the right

Another year on city streets
that child's child the casualty
Not a book in the world could ever re-teach her belief
That there's more to this world than just death and debris
Not a book in the world could ever re-teach her belief do you understand?

Kill it quicker, stick it deeper
Tuning out the fights tonight
Got an itchy trigger finger and you know you ain't got the right
Kill it quicker, stick it deeper
Tuning out the fights tonight
Got an itchy trigger finger, the look, the lips, the appetite.

We all need some loving sometimes (x4)

Kill it quicker, stick it deeper
Tuning out the fights tonight
Got an itchy trigger finger and you know you ain't got the right
Kill it quicker, stick it deeper
Tuning out the fights tonight
Got an itchy trigger finger, the look, the lips, the appetite.

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