The food that I'm eating is suddenly tasteless I know I'm alone know I know what it tastes like So break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare some for spare parts There might be some good ones And you might make a dollar I'm inside your mouth now Behind your tonsils Peaking over your molars You're talking to her now And you're making that face that I like When you're going in for the kill For the killer kiss I need your money It'll help me I need your car, and I need your love I need your money It'll help me I need your car, and I need your love So won't you help a brother out? Won't you help a brother out? Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out? Break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare some for spare parts You might make a dollar You might make a dollar (there might be some good ones) There might be some good ones (you might make a dollar) You might make a dollar (there might be some good ones) There might be some good ones Break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare some for spare parts There might be some good ones