Where's your respect
Where's your respect
Why bite the hand that feeds
It's not over yet not over yet
Plenty more fingers for you to nibble

I'd like to see you get your teeth round this
I'm sure your jaw will be surely missed
Not even salt can make your hands taste good

I'm still crunching your lifeline
You do this every fucking time
No sweat no tears no guilt

Blood fills your palms

(Thanks to Marc for these lyrics)

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