Ode To Divorce Songtext / Lyric

The food that I'm eating

Is suddenly tasteless

I know I'm alone now

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



Like you might make a dollar

I'm inside your mouth now

Behind your tonsils

Peeking over your molars



You're talking to her now

You've eaten something minty

And you're making that face that I like

And you're going in, in for the kill, kill

For the killer kiss, kiss

For the kiss, 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?



Just 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

Dollar

You might make a dollar



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?



Just break me to small parts

Let go in small doses

But spare some for spare parts

There might be some good ones



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