Fickle Creature Songtext
von The Splinters

Small fickle creature
I would like to eat ya
Time to meet your maker
I am the creator
Here are the rules
I′ll carve you up with tools
You're going in my mot
Whether you like it or not

You fickle creature
You fickle creature
You fickle creature
You fickle creature

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch, Crunch
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch, Crunch
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch, Crunch
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch, Crunch


I′ll eat you with my hands
Cos I am the man
I hanker for my meal
I hanker for the feel
I want the whole lot
Of the local pet shop
You don't have to die
I can swallow you alive

You fickle creature
You fickle creature
You fickle creature
You fickle creature

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch, Crunch
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch, Crunch
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch, Crunch
Crunch, Crunch, Cunt, Crunch

I'm banned from fifty states, I keep raising the stakes
I put them in my mouth, and the locals chase me out
I′m shown in federal law, I eat their tails and their claws
I′m completely off my nut, fickle creatures in my gut

Fickle creature
You fickle creature
You fickle creature
You fickle creature


Aye, aye, aye, you fickle, fickle
Aye, you fickle, fickle
Aye, you fickle, fickle
Aye, you fickle, fickle creature