Crumbs lyrics
by Ministry



You're down there shooting blanks from broken gunsYou fire all day long and still not hit a fucking oneDon't wanna know what some sick sniper fuck considers funProb'ly throw a party, served melted ice cream over crumbsJust crumbsJust crumbsYou prob'ly lick more ass than anyoneI guess you like the taste of shit on your tongueNo matter what you order the same thing will comeA plate of refried shit just covered in crumbsJust crumbsJust crumbs"I never had a life.I don't even know what life is.""Have you? Have you? Have you?""I have what you'd call a life.""Everday of my life.""I have what you'd call a life."