Idiot Flesh
Idiot Flesh
Idiot Flesh
Idiot Flesh
Idiot Flesh
Idiot Flesh
Idiot Flesh
Idiot Flesh
Idiot Flesh
Idiot Flesh
Idiot Flesh
Idiot Flesh
Idiot Flesh
Cradle to grave, think like a slave
Weak at the start, we're ripped apart
Even the strong don't take too long
Making it through what's left of you
Work like a dog, jump like a frog
Breaking the law, breaking your jaw
Flat on your back, your heart attack
Hole in the sky, no place to die
Everybody on the floor
Nobody gets out the door
If you're happy and you know it
If you're dying show it with a twitch!
Women and men, we're tricked again
Up to our necks buried in sex
Some like it hot, some like it bought
Tear at the skin might let you in
Here's something you can't ignore when life is a hole that you dug before
Here's something you can explore when staying alive gets to be a bore
Twitch was written by Nils Frykdahl.
Twitch was produced by Idiot Flesh.
Idiot Flesh released Twitch on Sun Jan 01 1995.