Eat City
Drag on a fag, pick up the crumb
All the little insults get too much for some
Fix up your face, harpoon your hair
All the little vanities keep you from despair
Will of iron, will it break?
Freedom from hunger is a piece of cake
Turn on the TV, shoot another smack
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting?
Eat city's gonna get you
Walk on the street, pack it in your face
The weight, dear doctor, is in the wrong place
Put on the TV, shoot another smack
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting?
Eat city's gonna get you
So bad
(I'm hungry)
Oh, no
You're gonna grow
Grow, grow, grow
Man, how come you're standin' here?
You take up enough plane for two people
Shake your arse
Drag on a fag, pick up the crumbs
All the little insults get too much for some
Turn on the TV, shoot another smack
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting?
Eat city's gonna get you! Whoa
All the little insults get too much for some
Fix up your face, harpoon your hair
All the little vanities keep you from despair
Will of iron, will it break?
Freedom from hunger is a piece of cake
Turn on the TV, shoot another smack
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting?
Eat city's gonna get you
Walk on the street, pack it in your face
The weight, dear doctor, is in the wrong place
Put on the TV, shoot another smack
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting?
Eat city's gonna get you
So bad
(I'm hungry)
Oh, no
You're gonna grow
Grow, grow, grow
Man, how come you're standin' here?
You take up enough plane for two people
Shake your arse
Drag on a fag, pick up the crumbs
All the little insults get too much for some
Turn on the TV, shoot another smack
Suburban refugees from a calorie attack
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting for you?
Ain't you got no true love waiting?
Eat city's gonna get you! Whoa
Credits
Writer(s): Bernard Patrick Neeson, Richard Brewster-jones, John Brewster
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