Bite the hand that feeds
Biting off more than you can
Are you sure you got the right hand skilled
And all because this left hand spit
Have you been crying
Over your spilled milk?
Swallow your refills
The drink of drinks
We drank ourselves to sleep
On the mistletoe concrete
We blank this page with ink
Two for flinching
When the paper cuts sink
We drank ourselves to sleep
Cause the paper cuts hurt
(sure enough as)
I burned myself in the cigarette crossfire
Sure enough as
My ears kissed the floor
Just to hear a mouthful
Sure enough as
You scratch the itch
On the tome of your dial
Have you been crying over your...
More than you can choose
More than you can chew