Text: Ministry. Sphinctour (Live). Crumbs.

You're down there shooting blanks
From broken guns
You fire all day long
And still not hit a fucking one

Don't wanna know what
Some sick [Incomprehensible] fuck considers fun
Prob'ly throw a party
Served with melted ice cream over crumbs

Just crumbs
Just crumbs

You prob'ly lick more ass
Than anyone
I guess you like the
Taste of shit on your tongue

No matter what you order
The same thing will come
A plate of refried shit
Just covered in crumbs

Just crumbs
Just crumbs

I never had a life, I don't even know what life is
I never had a life, I don't even know what life is
And you, and you, and you
Have what is called a life

I never had a life, I don't even know what life is
I never had a life, I don't even know what life is
And you, and you, and you
Everyday is my life

I have what you'd call a life
I have what you'd call a life
I have what you'd call a life
I have what you'd call a life