Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maniacs, artist - Hawksley Workman. Date of issue: 13.09.1999
Song language: English
Maniacs |
| dead kites in farmer’s fields |
| the jailed dreamers are growing gills |
| so eat it up you Maniacs |
| eat the whole thing |
| you Maniacs |
| fat-so-saur-us |
| the possibilities of open skies |
| and the worms rule as silent kings |
| so eat it up |
| you fatso’s |
| gobble the whole thing |
| you fatso’s |
| baby be absolutely quiet |
| as we untie the boat |
| and push ourselves from shore |
| We’ll remember you |
| you poor souls |
| you poor slaves |
| they’re building the city |
| on your broken backs |
| and what of your own fires? |
| what of your own fires? |
| we’re leaving you now |
| when your cinders are so cold |