Fistful of Feed
by The Ex
From the album: Dizzy Spells
Track 8 of 12 on Dizzy Spells (2001).
Duration: 4:21
Lyrics for Fistful of Feed
Bemused amusement, the viewers' must Famine & famishement, objects of lust A scent of shame meets merchandise Well alright, charity! But at what price? Handful of rice for a handful of dough The dustman's cancelled for days or so And the reaper reprieves he knows nothing is new Just a fistful of feed and it's violence, too Reaper reprieves, nothing is new Fistful of feed and it's violence, too How close to the camera the bellies seem How empty the stars on a telly screen Worse than the starved, like a ship of fools Salesmanship somehow harbours different rules Where to, what for? Hey that's a laugh Artists for Artists, choke, choke! Bugger off! Didn't I pay enough, enough attention! I want more channels to sink their pretension Didn't I pay enough, enough attention! I want more channels to sink their pretension How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbours different rules How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow