Turning out, beggars to eat me
Cutting wood, coming to lure us
Beggars watch to pull you in
Lure them back in front of you
Eat it up and spit it out
What you saw is sweet nothing
Coming to lure you in
For twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day
Eat it up and spit it out
...too slim to aspire to
Pick it 'til you bleed, turn back
Cutting wood, coming to lure us, in
Coming to lure us in
Turning back, they break us 'til we bleed
Cutting wood. Coming to lure us, in
Make us watch them pull you in
Throw it back in front of you
Eat it up and spit it out
What we saw that's in our face
To satisfy, to make us, to make us, 'til we bleed
Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day
Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day
Kick us 'til we wait to lure us
Make us watch ...
Throw it back in front of you
Eat it up and spit it out
What we saw that's in our face
For twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day
Eat it up and spit it out
When we saw the shape of things to satisfy our makers
Makers 'til we bleed
Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day
Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day
Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day
Turning, turning. Other smells you take it off
Underground you hear our feet
Turning, you spit it out
Coming to lure us in
Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four hours a day
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