Attitude

Low man's lyric Spä¯ Fixxxer

Suppose I say...

You cut some root
To make the tree survive

I hunger
I hunger
I eat

Born in to attitude
As leep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And stand there

Why cure the fever?
What ever happened to sweat?

Low man's lyric Spä¯ Fixxxer