Aqualunch Lyrics

The guys downstairs ain't happy
Once again they're up to no good
Right or wrong
Is the beast in my head
Twenty-first in month I have to eat wood

Aqualunch - Too poor to eat
Blood instead of meat I'm about to eat your eyes
No matter the size

Build yourself a wooden box
Climb in there and die
Look how pathetic you are
In the box I hear your whimpy cries
Eat someone you know
You would love it

Aqualunch - Too poor to eat
Blood instead of meat I'm about to eat your eyes
No matter the size

I can't afford to drive my ford
Remember food? It used to taste so good
In every single way

Aqualunch!