The food that I'm eating is suddenly tasteless
I know I'm alone now
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
And you might make a dollar
I'm inside your mouth now
Behind your tonsils
Peeking 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
For the killer 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
And you might make a dollar
There might be some good ones
You might make a dollar
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