Lyrics Eat City - The Angels
Drag
on
a
fag,
pick
up
the
crumbs,
All
the
little
insults
get
too
much
for
some,
Fix
up
your
fave,
harpoon
your
hair,
All
the
little
vanitites
keep
you
from
despair;
Will
of
iron,
can
it
break.
Freedom
from
hunger
is
a
piece
of
cake,
Turn
on
the
T.V.,
shoot
another
snack,
Suburban
refugees
from
a
calorie
attack.
Ain't
you
got
no
true
love
waiting
for
you?
Ain't
you
got
no
true
love
waiting?
Eat
city's
gonna
get
you.
Walk
in
the
street,
pack
it
in
your
face,
The
weight,
dear
doctor,
is
in
the
wrong
place
Put
on
the
T.V.,
shoot
another
snack,
Suburban
refugees
from
a
calorie
attack.
Drag
on
a
fag,
pick
up
the
crumbs,
All
the
little
insults
get
too
much
for
some,
Turn
on
the
T.V.,
shoot
another
snack,
Suburban
refugees
from
a
calorie
attack.
Ain't
you
got
no
true
love
waiting
for
you?
Ain't
you
got
no
true
love
waiting
for
you?
Ain't
you
got
no
true
love
waiting
for
you?
Ain't
you
got
no
true
love
waiting?
Eat
city's
gonna
get
you!
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