Ode to Divorce Songtext

von Sean Rowe

The food that I'm eating is suddenly tasteless
I know I'm alone know
I know what it tastes like

So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones!

Like you might make a dollar
I'm inside your mouth now
Behind your tonsils
Peaking over your molars

You're talking to her now
And you're making that face that I like
When you're going in for the kill kill
For the killer kiss kiss for the kiss kiss

I need your money
It'll help me
I need your car and I need your love
I need your money
It'll help me
I need your car and I need your love
So won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out out out out out?

Break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
You might make a dollar

You might make a dollar
(There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones
(You might make a dollar)
You might make a dollar
(There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones

Break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones