Attitude

Suppose I say, I’m never satisfied
Suppose I say, you cut some root
To make the tree survive

Just let me kill you for a while
Just let me kill you for a smile
Just let me kill you once
I’m oh so born to die

Oh, I hunger
I hunger
I eat

Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
Why cure the fever, what ever happened to sweat?

Suppose I say, the vultures smile at me
Suppose I say, I set them down they plan to pick you clean

And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfactions here and gone
Gone, yeah, gone again

Oh, I hunger
Oh, I hunger
I eat

Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And stand there

Born into attitude
Twist mother tongue
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
Why cure the fever, what ever happened to sweat?

Just let me kill you for a while
Just let me kill you for a smile
Just let me kill you once for me
I’m born to die

And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfactions here and gone
Gone, gone again

Yeah, I hunger
Oh, I hunger
I eat

Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And stand there

Born into attitude
Twist mother tongue
Throwing all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
Why cure the fever, what ever happened to sweat?

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