The Way I'm Made
In die weite Welt hinein
Hänschen suchte nach
Dem Glück
Er kam niemals zurück
Hänschen war voll Zuversicht
Glaubte an das Böse nicht
Er hielt ein dichtes Auto an
Jetzt war Hänschen dran
Jetzt war er dran
Sie stachen ihm die Augen aus
Rißen ihm die Kehle raus
Schnitten ihm die Eier ab
Und warfen Hänschen in sein Grab
Warfen Hänschen in sein Grab
Aber Mutter weinte sehr
Hat ja nun kein Hänschen mehr
Aber Mutter weinte laut
Wer
Number One
tastes so fucking good
tastes so fucking good
tastes so fucking good
tastes so fucking good
Hey, I used to be the one but now I抦 number two
I used to be like you
I抦 right about your arrogance
You bait me like I抦 ignorant
I抣l trade you blow for blow, but
I can抰 remember who抯 the victim
I hate you more than anything
Your slit makes it me have to feed
One flick to twitch and capture me
sink your hook and take me over
Hey, I used to be the one
but now I抦 number two
I used to be just like you
so fucking good
Hey how could I be number one
when I抦 stuck in your number two
Life used to be so good
Hey, I抦 caught up in your treblehook
just when I think I can get away
your hook it tastes so good
so fucking good tastes so fucking good
I thrash to make my getaway
I think I made a big mistake
set deep and swallow all the way
you stepped on my face you stepped on my head
Get back your smell comes over me
my blood excites so easily
I taste again and again and again
your sickness takes me over
so fucking good
Hey how could I be number one
when I抦 stuck in your number two
Life used to be so good
Hey, I抦 caught up in your treblehook
just when I think I can get away
your hook it tastes so good
Hey how could I be number one
how could I be number one
how could I be number one
tastes so fucking good tastes so fucking good tastes so fucking good tastes
so fucking good