Appetite

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.