Stop thief, stop thief, stop thief, stop thief
Who devour their siblings
Famine fathered a moth that begot our fathers
Every house is a little bit of Hollywood
And then stood grinning with our arm
They are pouring themselves into the sea
Deadbeat, godfather
I deny any part, I deny any part
Stop thief, stop thief, stop thief, stop thief
It'll grow to mend your broken heart
Don't sign the dotted line
Bite your tongue, who taught you those words?
Hold that pose, provisional arrogant little pigs
Deadbeat, godfather
The world is too incredible
That rat has got it's mother's eyes
Deadbeat, godfather
Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed
Around our shoulders of a rotting child
The artist is sneaking down the hall
Keep your voices down, I'm sneaking out
Don't ever say rock and roll
Indiscernible mute in a swarm of derivatives
Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed
That rat has got it's mother's eyes
Blaspheme, when you are under my roof
Leave your drunken accident at the prom
Keep your fucking hands off the insight
To impregnate the last of its kin
Famine fathered a moth
Hey, what's the big idea?
Deadbeat, godfather
Breeding and nausea
To bring such ugliness into it
Every house is a little bit of Hollywood
Don't sign the dotted line
