Attitude

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 a while.
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?
What ever 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.

And satisfaction this way comes.
And satisfaction this way comes.
And 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 your bullets in the fire 
and stand there.

Born into attitude,
twist mother tongue.
Throw all your bullets in the fire
and run like hell.
Why cure the fever?
What ever happened to sweat?

Just let me kill you for a while.
Just let me kill you for a smile.
Just let me kill you once;
I'm bored to death.

Born into attitude,
asleep at the wheel.
Throw all your bullets in the fire 
and stand there.

Born into attitude,
twist mother tongue.
Throw all your bullets in the fire
and run like hell.
Why cure the fever?
What ever happened to sweat?