Suppertime کے بول

Innocence, Smiles in the Playground As a Grey Man, Touches Her Hair "sweets For a Pretty Girl ?" But She's Not Such a Silly Girl As She Slaps the Hand Away Poison On My Plate, So Hungry I Ate Poison On My Plate, So Hungry I Feel, the Steel, Inside Our Mouths Open Wide We Sharpen Our Teeth, and Flexing Our Jaws We Bite the Hand That Feed Us He Grows to Be Big and Strong Eats the Vegetables, Joins Their Family The Ignorance He Found Helps the Medicine Go Down Helps the Stale Untruths Taste Nicer Poison On My Plate, So Hungry I Ate Poison On My Plate, So Hungry The Lies, Disguise Wears Thin The Fasting Begins The Scraping of Chairs, Cutlery Screams When May We Leave the Table ?