Grief Giver Songtext
von Red Red Meat

When you make your concentration face my insides turn around
If the room was black I wouldn′t mind
The sight of your one good eye is
Lying through yer teeth your wooden teeth
I wouldn't want to be the hand that feeds your frail skull
The reason when your jaws are grinding grinding grinding
I′m praying for the dog that has to wait for you to feed it
I know the man that made wine if I were you I wouldn't
Ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me
Ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me


The boy with the bad teeth is boasting again
It's not you who′s talking
You got a hole in the back of your neck she stands behind you
With her fingers inside working your jaw
You can′t see her mouth moving but you
Can hear the grinding grinding grinding
Don't wish out loud don′t wish too hard
With your friends around you should keep it in the bathroom
Ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me
Ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me

Ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me
Ya give me grief ya give me grief ya give me