Appetite Lyrics - The Gracious Few - The Gracious Few

Another child without a mother 

A bastard son tired old man 

Just wasting away as the pipe become his lover 

Not a man in this world, understand? 

Kill it quicker, stick it deeper 

Tuning out the fights tonight 

Got an itchy trigger finger 

You know you aint got the right 

Another year of city streets 

That childs child the casualty 

Not a book in the world could ever reteach her belief 

That theres more to this world than just death and debris 

Kill it quicker, stick it deeper 

Tuning out the fights tonight 

Got an itchy trigger finger 

You know you aint got the right 

Should you stay or should you go 

Enduring pains but nothing grows 

You never dream, Ive always been 

The look, the lips, the appetite. 

We all need some lovin sometimes.