faith no more
motherfucker
Force fed more than we eat in the wild Raised on a mash that can suffocate a child Goaded, promoted in a? pocket style Munching in the field while we're choking on the bile Corner the the muck of the geese without phones Hushing down the public on a street without a home Get the mother fucker on the phone (repeat) Hello Motherfucker My lover You had it coming Get the motherfucker on the phone Set aside the scruples and the strategies and the strain A smallpox- laden blanket invisible with stains Inoculated bastards, bloody pecked at pain Distemper has a hold Distemper has a hold We took a second sip from a cup we made of bones The first it was a ruse, a trick so aptly grown The truth is that our youth was a carpet laid with stones Get the mother fucker on the phone (repeat) Hello Motherfucker My lover You had it coming