Текст песни Eat City - Live - The Angels

Drag on a fag, pick up the crumbs
All the little insults get too much for some
Fix up your face, harpoon your hair
All the little vanities keep you from despair

Will of iron, will it break?
Freedom from hunger is a piece of cake
Turn on the TV, 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 down the street, push it in our face
The weight, dear doctor, is in the wrong place
Turn on the TV, 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

Too bad
Cookies
Oh, no
You're gonna grow
Oh, oh, oh

Hey, fat stuff!
You take up the roo-room of two people
I want you to shake your arse

Drag on a fag, pick up the crumbs
All the little insults get too much for some
Turn on the TV, 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!