Spoons Songtext
von Molly Punch

Packed meat
Packed meat
A threat to well fed thieves
On board
On board
The water′s way too cold
Whose son
Whose son
Whose lungs are filled with stares
Whose blood
Whose blood
Will soak next sunday's air
Lives are measured with a teaspoon
Who′s to mourn
Who's to forget?
Whose lives do you dare to grieve
When things come to an end?
Lives are measured
With a teaspoon
Who's to mourn


Who′s to forget?
Whose lives do you
Dare to grieve
When things come to an end?
Apply
Apply
More pressure on the wound
Get by
Get by
High numbers in the news
Do say
Do say
Do say their names out loud
The food
The talk
Are tinted deeply brown
Lives are measured with a teaspoon
Who′s to mourn
Who's to forget?
Whose lives do you dare to grieve
When things come to an end?
When
Things come to an end
What
Then?
Does this mother have a daughter
Does it taste of foreign spells
There′s a story in the water
Tell it
Call them by their name
When
Lives are measured
With a teaspoon
Who's to mourn
Who′s to forget
Whose lives do you
Dare to grieve
When things come to an end?
A little moral here and there
A spoonful makes them disappear
A little moral here and there
A spoonful makes them disappear
Dinner must carefully be set
Eat the whole story or forget
Dinner must carefully be
Set, eat the whole story
Or
Forget