If lust and hate is the candy,

if blood and love tastes so sweet,

then we give 'em what they want.

Hey, hey, give 'em what they want.

So their eyes are growing hazy

'cos they wanna turn it on,

so their minds are soft and lazy.

Well, hey, give 'em what they want.

If lust and hate is the candy,

if blood and love tastes so sweet,

then we give 'em what they want.

So their eyes are growing hazy

'cos they wanna turn it on,

so their minds are soft and lazy.

Well who do you wanna blame?

Hey, hey, give 'em what they want.

If lust and hate is the candy,

if blood and love tastes so sweet,

then we give 'em what they want.

So their eyes are growing hazy

'cos they wanna turn it on,

so their minds are soft and lazy.

Well who do you wanna blame?


Like a weasel in the clover 

You tilt toss pop turn over 

Sit down 

Tremble and weave like a moth 

By flame deceived 

Sit down 

Spill with your words caught u p

Dance in your room 

Slide like you're buttered up 

Roll back the tomb 

Sit down 

Bolt scuff jilt chase circle riddle 

Shake in haste 

Sit down 

When the thunderclouds sound 

Ants scatter to high ground