Another child without a mother
A bastard son, tired old man
Wasting away as some pipe become his lover
Not a man in this world should understand
Just wasting away as some pipe become his lover
Do you understand?
To 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, no
Another year on city streets
That child's child, the casualty
Not a book in this world could ever re-teach her belief
That there's more to this world than just death and debris
Not a book in this world could ever re-teach her belief
Do you understand?
To 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
You got an itchy trigger finger
The look, the lips, the appetite
We all need some loving sometimes
We all need some loving sometimes
We all need some loving sometimes
We all need some loving sometimes
To 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
You got an itchy trigger finger
The look, the lips, the appetite
We all need some loving sometimes (The look, the lips, the appetite)
We all need some loving sometimes (The look, the lips, the appetite)
We all need some loving sometimes (The look, the lips, the appetite)
We all need some loving sometimes (The look, the lips, the appetite)
Oh, the appetite
Oh, the appetite
Oh, the appetite
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