No Small Children - I Don't Want It текст песни

His hands are baby soft, so boss
He’s coughing, I think he’s sick
The audience, we’re listening close to cause for his effect
His mouse a loaded gun, he’s firing with anonymity
And we go down down…
I don’t want it, I don’t need it, talk about it gotta feed it
Take your stupid, your diseases, I don’t want it, I won’t eat it
I don’t want it
His fingers spitting ripples from his sagging sinking sorry couch
He’s in a dark room, in a small town, in a secret house
The audience, we’re tuning in, ‘cause we can’t help ourselves
And we go down