Winter Month Novelty
Bite the hand that feeds.
Biting off more than you can...
Are you sure you got the right hand skilled?
And all because the left hand stood.
Have you been crying,
Over your spilled milk?
Swallow your refills.
Swallow your refills.
The drink of drinks,
We drank ourselves to sleep,
On the mistletoe concrete.
We blank this page with ink,
Two for flinching when the paper cuts sink.
We drank ourselves to sleep,
'Cause the paper cuts hurt.
(Sure enough as...)
I burned myself in the cigarette crossfire.
Sure enough as...
Sure enough as...
My ears kissed the floor just to hear a mouthful.
Sure enough as...
Sure enough as...
You scratch the itch on the tome of your dial.
Sure enough as...
Sure enough as...
I burned myself in the cigarette crossfire.
Sure enough as...
Sure enough as...
Bite the hand that feeds,
Bite the hand that feeds,
Bite the hand...
Bite the hand that feeds,
Bite the hand that feeds,
Bite the hand that...
Have you been crying over your...
The drink of drinks,
We drank ourselves to sleep,
On the mistletoe concrete.
We blank this page with ink,
Two for flinching when the paper cuts sink.
We drank ourselves to sleep,
'Cause the paper cuts hurt.
(Sure enough as...)
I burned myself in the cigarette crossfire.
Sure enough as...
Sure enough as...
My ears kissed the floor just to hear a mouthful.
Sure enough as...
Sure enough as...
Bite the hand,
That feeds.
[x7]
[Sung at the same time as above section]
(More than you can choose.
More than you can chew.)
These paper cuts hurt.
Sure enough as...
Sure enough as...
These paper cuts sure hurt.
Sure enough as...
Sure enough as...
Scratch the itch on the tome of your dial.
Sure enough as...
Sure enough as...
I burned myself in the cigarette crossfire.
Sure enough as...
Sure enough as...
Swallow your refills.
[x4]
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