Songtexte: Swingin' Utters. Here, Under Protest. Bent Collector Of 1,000 Limbs.

Our heads are cracked and our skin is peeling
And blood is splattered on the ceiling
These awful looks seem so funny
Run along now sonny

What are we living for?
That girl's apartment on the second floor
Somebody's coming in
The bent collector of one thousand limbs
We all gave death a mask
Now you give us Pam
We all blinked twice in fact we never ever, ever
Gave a damn

Our hands are cramped and our skips are beating
An ambulance scattered all us seating
Awful looks seem so funny
Run a saw down Tony

What are we living for?
That girl's apartment on the second floor
Somebody's coming in
The bent collector of one thousand limbs
We all gave death a mask
Now you give us Pam
We all blinked twice in fact we never ever, ever
Gave a damn

Some thoughts aren't meant to be spoken