Eat Shit & Live, Bill Songtext
von Open Palms

I miss the romanticism of more cigarette butts than loose ends
Can′t stop these phantom pains
As the world goes to hell outside my door
With the ignorant driving us straight into the morgue

I was raised just to be livestock
Under the heels of dying old men
Who want us sleeping on spikes in the sun
For the crime of having no loved ones

I'm tired of all the loose ends I pulled back to me
Creature comforts don′t let me sleep soundly
And these fingers can't play anymore
I turned away from the world since long before

I was raised just to be livestock
Under the heels of dying old men
Who want us sleeping on spikes in the sun
For the crime of having no loved ones


No injection of holy water
Will let us forget the shit you left behind
Now if only I could only leave my house
But for my newfound fear of the outside

But for my newfound fear of the outside
But for my newfound fear of the outside
For my newfound fear

No injection of holy water
Will let us forget the shit you left behind
Now if only I could only leave my house
But for my newfound fear of the outside

I was raised just to be livestock
Under the heels of dying old men
Who want us sleeping on spikes in the sun
For the crime of having no loved ones

No injection of holy water
Will let us forget the shit you left behind
Now if only I could only leave my house
But for my newfound fear of the outside

But for my newfound fears
But for my newfound