cutting little pieces off your    life sentence   you are hard done by   you are home again   happy in the knowledge of your    dependence   you are still intact   you will still remain      but she is not the same as you   she never could consider   how you live with what you do   and she is easily forgiven   for having formed this attitude   in ignorance and solitude   with total lack of gratitude   these wasted years of servitude   i take them all and throw them back at you      mother's little helper is a    sidewinder   he is heatseeker   he is home again   happy in the knowledge of her   dependence   she is still intact   he will still remain      but he is not the same as you   he never could consider   how you live with what you do   and he is easily forgiven   for having formed this attitude   in ignorance and solitude   with total lack of gratitude   these wasted years of servitude   i take them all and throw them back at you      bleed me   bleed me   bleed me (until the well is dry)   bleed me (i give them all to you)   bleed me (until the well is dry)   bleed me (i give them all to you, and on)   bleed me (until the well is dry? i ask you)   bleed me (i give them all to you)