Empty heart on an empty vein
ache for someone to explain
But they never explain
Empty dream in an empty head
Ache for something to be said
But nothing is said
There was no guiding hand but now I
think that I understand what must be done
Instruction number one:
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme, gimme gimme, I want.
I want flesh and I want bones
I want you to to throw your chones
Your little polka-dot chones
Be you alive or be you dead
I'll grind your bones to make my bread
I love Wonder Bread
I will offer you this assistance
Choose the course of the least resistance now
I'm gonna show you how:
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme, gimme gimme, I want.
When you have I have not
Just give me what you have got
Everything that you've got
Fill my pocket, fill my hand
Fill this empty song's demand
It's such a little demand
Why waste time on philosophy
or politics when it's plain to see what you
really ought to do:
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme, gimme gimme, I want.
