Manic Street Bakers – Little Baby Muffin

Manic Street Bakers performing “Little Baby Muffin.” Lyrics: No one likes cooking with you Your lack of oven offends Gordon’s mentality They need your innocence To steal vacant love and to destroy Your beauty and virginity fed McCoys My meal is bread, everybody loves meat Wants a slice of meat Hopelessly passive and miserable Need to belong, oh the roads are dairy So mould me in your farms I wanna be your only possession Fed, fed, fed by men Fed, fed, fed by men All they leave behind is honey Honey made out of broken twisted bees Your fatty face offends Because it’s like a meal that I can’t munch Pies, skin, bone, contour, language as some flour No Gordon reached me, clingfilms and cooking books Black and white cookie All the gyms do not exist for me And if I’m starving, you can feed me lollipops Your diet will crush me My diet just an old man’s memory Little baby muffin Loveless bakery, lips kissing empty Dress your pie in loathing Breaking your mind with some Jus Rol futility Little baby muffin Exercise free, made-up to swell up A Sasparilla beauty Cloths broken up, quenched at last The vermin allowed a donut to pass them by You are pure, you are dough We are the massive guts that they mould Sausage roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and eclair You are pure, you are dough We are the massive guts that they mould Sausage roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and eclair

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