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(remix lyrics coming)One meatballWithout the gravyOne meatballOr nothing at allOne meatballWithout the gravyOne meatballOr nothing at all.....Oh fairest bulletOf the bullet raceHow sweet thou artAnd what tasteOh my sweet lardI see you make hasteYour fists are looking fullAnd there's blood on your faceWhere's the bread?Down the hallYou get no bread with one meatballWe belong toghetherLike bacon and hamWe belong togetherLike fakin' and shamOl' daddy wolfHe does the cuttin'Put a weasel in the coopThat devil left nuttin'Break the breadBicker and brawStir don't shake- your my highballI've wrung every dropFrom the truth that comes out of meMilked you dry on lies and dishonestyThere's a stain on the shineA nail for each crimeDown home deliciousHoned down viciousVultures lying in wait with the guiltBy a hot wet river laden with siltThere's many a slip.........Between cup and a lipDown in the pig ironWith the shaven ravenDragged kichin' and screamin' told........."You ain't worth savin'"The light of this lifeIs a stanley knifeI've bled myself dryI'm my own parasiteWhere's the bread?Down the hallYou get no bread with one meatballMy heroine is heartbreakShe made me sweat fule for my funeral pyreA foul belle Shes fould mouthedFingered on the triggerTrigger on the lipWhere's the bread?Down the hallYou get no bread with one meatballIf you get to heaven before I do make a little holeand pull me through
(remix lyrics coming)One meatballWithout the gravyOne meatballOr nothing at allOne meatballWithout the gravyOne meatballOr nothing at all.....Oh fairest bulletOf the bullet raceHow sweet thou artAnd what tasteOh my sweet lardI see you make hasteYour fists are looking fullAnd there's blood on your faceWhere's the bread?Down the hallYou get no bread with one meatballWe belong toghetherLike bacon and hamWe belong togetherLike fakin' and shamOl' daddy wolfHe does the cuttin'Put a weasel in the coopThat devil left nuttin'Break the breadBicker and brawStir don't shake- your my highballI've wrung every dropFrom the truth that comes out of meMilked you dry on lies and dishonestyThere's a stain on the shineA nail for each crimeDown home deliciousHoned down viciousVultures lying in wait with the guiltBy a hot wet river laden with siltThere's many a slip.........Between cup and a lipDown in the pig ironWith the shaven ravenDragged kichin' and screamin' told........."You ain't worth savin'"The light of this lifeIs a stanley knifeI've bled myself dryI'm my own parasiteWhere's the bread?Down the hallYou get no bread with one meatballMy heroine is heartbreakShe made me sweat fule for my funeral pyreA foul belle Shes fould mouthedFingered on the triggerTrigger on the lipWhere's the bread?Down the hallYou get no bread with one meatballIf you get to heaven before I do make a little holeand pull me through
 
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