Letra de Crumbs (Live in Stuttgart)
You're down there shooting blanks From broken guns You fire all day long And still not hit a fucking oneDon't wanna know what Some sick fuck considers fun Prob'ly throw a party Served with melted ice cream over crumbsJust crumbs Just crumbsYou prob'ly lick more ass Than anyone I guess you like the Taste of shit on your tongueNo matter what you order The same thing will come A plate of refried shit Just covered in crumbsJust crumbs Just crumbsI never had a life, I don't even know what life is I never had a life, I don't even know what life is And you, and you, and you Have what is called a lifeI never had a life, I don't even know what life is I never had a life, I don't even know what life is And you, and you, and you Everyday is my lifeI have what you'd call a life I have what you'd call a life I have what you'd call a life I have what you'd call a life