Manic Street Bakers performing "Little Baby Muffin."
Lyrics:
No one likes cooking with you
Your lack of oven offends Gordon's mentality
They need your innocence
To steal vacant love and to destroy
Your beauty and virginity fed McCoys
My meal is bread, everybody loves meat
Wants a slice of meat
Hopelessly passive and miserable
Need to belong, oh the roads are dairy
So mould me in your farms
I wanna be your only possession
Fed, fed, fed by men
Fed, fed, fed by men
All they leave behind is honey
Honey made out of broken twisted bees
Your fatty face offends
Because it's like a meal that I can't munch
Pies, skin, bone, contour, language as some flour
No Gordon reached me, clingfilms and cooking books
Black and white cookie
All the gyms do not exist for me
And if I'm starving, you can feed me lollipops
Your diet will crush me
My diet just an old man's memory
Little baby muffin
Loveless bakery, lips kissing empty
Dress your pie in loathing
Breaking your mind with some Jus Rol futility
Little baby muffin
Exercise free, made-up to swell up
A Sasparilla beauty
Cloths broken up, quenched at last
The vermin allowed a donut to pass them by
You are pure, you are dough
We are the massive guts that they mould
Sausage roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and eclair
You are pure, you are dough
We are the massive guts that they mould
Sausage roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and eclair
we've already done "that's no way to sell a pie" and "you stole the bun from my tart." just google to find our website.
ManicStreetBakers 1 year ago