The Dirt Eaters - The Breeders

Do you know the

Smell of your own face?

Will you eat the

Will you eat the world?

Gone to a place thats rotten

Feast on whats in the way

Going to an open, to a clearing

The soil is sour and unforgiving

We buried our guilt

I think I left the shovel there

Any sick brain

Knows an unknown fellow

Makes me think about things