Two, three, four!
    Suppose I say I'm never satisfied?
  Suppose I say you cut some roots to make the tree survive?
  Just let me kill you for awhile.
  Just let me kill you for a smile.
  Just let me kill you once; I'm oh so bored to death.
    Ooh, I hunger.
  I hunger.
  I eat.
    Born into attitude, asleep at the wheel.
  Throw all your bullets in the fire and run like hell.
  Why cure the fever?
  Whatever happened to sweat?
    Suppose I say the vultures smile at me?
  Suppose I say I've sent them down
  and they plan to pick you clean?
  And satisfaction this way comes.
  And satisfaction this way comes.
  And satisfaction's here and gone, gone, yeah, gone again.
    Ooh, I hunger.
  Ooh, I hunger.
  I eat.
    Born into attitude, asleep at the wheel.
  Throw all of your bullets in the fire and stand there.
  Born into attitude, twist mother tongue.
  Throw all of your bullets in the fire and run like hell.
  Why cure the fever?
  Whatever happened to sweat?
    Just let me kill you for awhile.
  Just let me kill you for a smile.
  Just let me kill you once for me; I'm bored to death.
    And satisfaction this way comes.
  And satisfaction this way comes.
  Satisfaction's here and gone, gone, gone again.
  Yeah, I hunger.
  Ooh, I hunger.
  I eat.
    Born into attitude, asleep at the wheel.
  Throw all of your bullets in the fire and stand there.
  Born into attitude, twist mother tongue.
  Throw all of your bullets in the fire and run like hell.
  Why cure the fever?
  Whatever happened to sweat?