Appetite - The Gracious Few

Another child without a mother

A bastard son tired old man

Just wasting away as the pipe become his lover

Not a man in this world, understand?

Kill it quicker, stick it deeper

Tuning out the fights tonight

Got an itchy trigger finger

You know you ain’t got the right

Another year of city streets

That child’s child the casualty

Not a book in the world could ever reteach her belief

That there’s more to this world than just death and debris

Kill it quicker, stick it deeper

Tuning out the fights tonight

Got an itchy trigger finger

You know you ain’t got the right

Should you stay or should you go

Enduring pains but nothing grows

You never dream, I’ve always been

The look, the lips, the appetite

We all need some lovin sometimes