Babes in Toyland. Fork Down Throat. Zeneszám

Take your fucking fork
And shove it down your own throat
And stop pretending to try to be
That infamous stupid raincoat

Well, I dare to confess
'Cause there's an army with me

Nine oceans away
Don't even bother me
Well, I can't believe it

Things are building from memories they guard
And still you're getting in my way

Get out of my way
Nine oceans away
Don't even bother me
I can't believe it

Gaze awe vision from my incision
Starved skinny little man

Don't even bother me
I can't believe it

Gaze awe vision from my incision
Starved skinny little Jack

Face up, Catholic black
You're a writer
You better write quick
'Cause your papers on fire