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   Let 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   And 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’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?      So break me to small parts   Let go in small doses   But spare some for spare parts   You might make a dollar   Dollar, 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?      So break me to small parts   Let go in small doses   But spare some for spare parts   There might be some good ones   You might make a dollar   (There might be some good ones)   There might be some good ones   (You might make a dollar)   You might make a dollar   (There might be some good ones)   There might be some good ones