All shout when the music is loud

When the music is low they all wanna go

All scream when the music is fast

When the music is slow they really don't know

If my faces are pretty I've got an excuse

If I know what I want I've got something to loose

Well, the money's good

But I'm not amused

UUHWEE, the world is growing old



All dance when I bang the right drum

When I'm on the wrong track I erase what I had

From time to time as I move along

I take alook back to see what went wrong

Well, the future is close and I'm rotten to the core

It's gonna be too late when it knocks on my door

Well, but the money's good

and I'm not amused

. UUHWEE, the world is growing old



Feed me! Feed me! Feed me!



All yawn when I am what I am

When I am what they are it's kind of going too far

When they open the doors I gotta hesitate

If they open their wallets I mustn't wait

I could afford a fast car and save my soul

Or I could kill the leader and live like a mole

But the money's good

And I am not amused

Feed me! Feed me! Feed me!