No Forks, No Spoons Songtext
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No forks, no spoons
Your savage hands
Won't know what to do
No sounds, no sights
As you sit in space
And space sits outside of your mind
No cars, no planes
As the roads erode
And specs
Your savage hands
Won't know what to do
No sounds, no sights
As you sit in space
And space sits outside of your mind
No cars, no planes
As the roads erode
And specs
Infect the airwaves
No teeth, no smiles
You won't display
Your helpless taste
For candy or pies
We're all just specs
We're all no fun
We're all a wreck
You're a loaded gun
But believe me when I say
Tomorrow will be the day
When the world will be giving up
And the maggots will be seen
And sprayed away
No teeth, no smiles
You won't display
Your helpless taste
For candy or pies
We're all just specs
We're all no fun
We're all a wreck
You're a loaded gun
But believe me when I say
Tomorrow will be the day
When the world will be giving up
And the maggots will be seen
And sprayed away
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