Lyrics The Dirt Eaters - The Breeders

The Dirt Eaters

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