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bite the hand that feeds
biting off more than you can
are you sure you got the right hand skilled
and all because your left hand spilt...
have you been crying over your spilt milk?
swallow your refils
swallow your refils

the drink of drinks
we drank ourselves to sleep
on the miseltoe concrete
we blank this page with ink
two for flinching when the paper cuts sink
we drank ourselves to sleep cause the paper cuts hurt

sure enough as
burnt myself in cigerette crossfire
sure enough as
my ears kissed the floor just to hear the mouthful
sure enough as
scratch the itch on the tome of your dial
sure enough as
burnt myself in cigerette crossfire
sure enough as

bite the hand the feeds

(have you been crying over your)
the drink of drinks
we drank ourselves to sleep
on the miseltoe concrete
we blank this page with ink
two for flinching when the paper cuts sink
we drank ourselves cause the paper cuts hurt

sure enough as
burnt myself in cigerette crossfire
sure enough as
my ears kissed the floor just to hear the mouthful
sure enough as

(bite the hand that feeds)
more than you can choose
more than you can chew

these paper cuts sure hurt
sure enough as
scratch the itch on the tome of your dial
sure enough as
burnt myself on cigerette crossfire

swallow your refils
swallow your refils
bite the hand that feeds   biting off more than you can   are you sure you got the right hand skilled   and all because your left hand spilt...   have you been crying over your spilt milk?   swallow your refils   swallow your refils      the drink of drinks   we drank ourselves to sleep   on the miseltoe concrete   we blank this page with ink   two for flinching when the paper cuts sink   we drank ourselves to sleep cause the paper cuts hurt      sure enough as   burnt myself in cigerette crossfire   sure enough as    my ears kissed the floor just to hear the mouthful   sure enough as   scratch the itch on the tome of your dial   sure enough as   burnt myself in cigerette crossfire   sure enough as      bite the hand the feeds      (have you been crying over your)   the drink of drinks   we drank ourselves to sleep   on the miseltoe concrete   we blank this page with ink   two for flinching when the paper cuts sink   we drank ourselves cause the paper cuts hurt      sure enough as   burnt myself in cigerette crossfire   sure enough as    my ears kissed the floor just to hear the mouthful   sure enough as      (bite the hand that feeds)   more than you can choose   more than you can chew      these paper cuts sure hurt   sure enough as   scratch the itch on the tome of your dial   sure enough as   burnt myself on cigerette crossfire      swallow your refils   swallow your refils