Fistful of Feed Lyrics & Tabs by The Ex
Fistful of Feed
guitar chords lyrics
Bemused amusement, the viewers' must
Famine & famishement, objects of lust
A scent of shame meets merchandise
Well alright, charity! But at what price?
Handful of rice for a handful of dough
The dustman's cancelled for days or so
And the reaper reprieves he knows nothing is new
Just a fistful of feed and it's violence, too
Reaper reprieves, nothing is new
Fistful of feed and it's violence, too
How close to the camera the bellies seem
How empty the stars on a telly screen
Worse than the starved, like a ship of fools
Salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
Where to, what for? Hey that's a laugh
Worse than the starved, like a ship of fools
Salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
Where to, what for? Hey that's a laugh
Artists for Artists, choke, choke! Bugger off!
Didn't I pay enough, enough attention!
I want more channels to sink their pretension
Didn't I pay enough, enough attention!
I want more channels to sink their pretension
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow
