The food that I'm eating  is suddenly tasteless   I know I'm alone now  I know what it tastes like    So break me to small parts  that go in small doses  but spare some for spare parts   there might be some good ones  like you might make a dollar  I'm inside your mouth now  behind your tonsils,peeking over your molars  you're talking to her now  you've eaten something minty and you're making that face that I like  and you're going in in for the kill kill  for the killer kiss kiss  for the kiss kiss    I need your money it will help me   I need your car and I need your love  I need your money it'll help me  I need your car and I need your love  so won't you help a brother out  won't you help a brother out  won't you help a brother out out out out out...    just break me to small parts  let go in small doses  and spare some for spare parts  you might make a dollar  dollar...  you might make a dollar...  so won't you help a brother out  won't you help a brother out  won't you help a brother out out out out out...    just break me to small parts  that go in small doses  and spare some for spare parts  there might be some good ones  you might make a dollar  there might be some good ones  you might make a dollar  there might be some good ones    these lyrics are submitted by Pinkypooh