Butcher Babies

I Fell Asleep At The Table
Little girl, little girl Have you any wool? From the years of growing in the dark Did it make you nice and tall? Little girl, little girl Did you obey their every rule? Too young to know No matter what they'll scold your every move This house is full of fucking rats I can smell em when they Eat, shit, fight for scraps Pardon me, my disease I'm fucking sorry I fell asleep at the table And ruined every plan you ever made for me What did you expect from me I'm sorry, I left my shoes on at the table Forgetting every rule you ever set for me What did you expect from me There's no hope for me Can't you see they say I'm a freak I don't even fold my hands Before we sit down to eat Letras de cancionesCause your god can't hear me without perfect teeth Your button down, thin pin stripes and plastic conceit This house is full of fucking rats I can smell em when they Eat, shit, fight for scraps Pardon me my disease Little girl, can't you see You're just a menace to society Little girl, can't you see They don't play nice with rats like me From Letras Mania