Have they been counting your blessings On their fat fingers and toes And when you find it distressing Are they like god only knows How many dreams they've forsaken Just to keep us in clothes? All around the world ripens to rot And we fill up our guts with the sweet dark spots And we take to the skies like Locusts in flight It might be a disgrace but We still got out appetites We've no shame and we've no pride And we've got nothing left to hide Cause we've got nothing left inside They can try with all of their might We still got our appetite Each night we come like Sharks to the chum But the ladder's succumbed To all but gristle and crumbs. The stakes are so low that we eat off the floor That's what we got long tongues for Show us your teeth and show us your tits And show us the scars from all the shit that you did. And we swell up like ticks on the hide of the night It makes better men sick but to me it's alright! I love you to the max!