They're so young and I'm begging for crumbs
And I feel so dumb 'cause I'm begging for crumbs
And they say it's a disease so maybe I'm dead
Bury me up to the shoulders, rip off my head
And every time that you say it
I get a bit more jaded
So give me a shovel, dig me out of my bed
They're so young and I'm begging for crumbs
Conscious, now numb, as I'm begging for crumbs
Quiet and staring far in my pool of tar
Which way should I run as I'm begging for crumbs
And they say it's a disease so I'll stay in bed
Sew me under the seam and rip out the thread
And every time that you say it
I get a bit more jaded
So maybe you'd like me better if I was dead