Alba s touto skladbou:
Live in London,
Soviet Kitsch,
The food that I'm eating
Is suddenly tasteless
I know I'm alone now
I know what it tastes like
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones
Like you might make a dollar
I'm inside your mouth now
Behind your tonsils
Peeking over your molars
You're talking to her now
And you've eaten something minty
And you're making that face that I like
And you're going in, in for the kill, kill
For the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss
I need your money, it'll help me
I need your car and I need your love [x2]
So won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
You might make a dollar
Dollar, might make a dollar
So won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones
You might make a dollar
(There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones
(You might make a dollar)
You might make a dollar
(There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones
