Back in the Icebox Lyrics

Where did you come from?
Why did you come here?
How many more are there to come?
My strike is cold
My web is even colder
A sarcophagus to encase your
Shaking brittle frame

Rest for a while, my little lamb
And try not to distress
Or jump out of your skin
All in good time

Get back in there, you bitch hog
Back in there
Get back in there you cunt

We use everything
We don't throw nothing away
We use everything
We don't throw nothing away
We use everything
We don't throw nothing away
We use everything
We don't throw nothing away

There's room for you at the table
There's always more room
Can't be helped
Some things you gotta
There's just some things you gotta do

Try not to distress
Your shaking, brittle frame

Get back in there, you cunt
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