Tekster:
Faith No More Smaller And Smaller

Smaller and smaller and smaller Squash me Smaller and smaller and smaller Under the charity Smaller and smaller and smaller Under the topsoil Smaller and

Smaller and smaller and smaller Squash me Smaller and smaller and smaller Under the charity Smaller and smaller and smaller Under the topsoil Smaller and Smaller

roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith

you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance And

out what we're after The more I find my voice the more they try to make it harder Mom and dad don't forget to warn your sons and daughters About the

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (p) Faith No More Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim

to have me I'm cute and sweet as candy As charming as a fable I'm innocent and disabled So hug me and kiss me Then wipe my butt and piss me I ho pe you

away Away, hey Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more, yeah, hey Have

OOOh yeah. OOOO yeah. From the day we arrive on the planet And blinking step into the sun There's more to be seen than could ever be seen More to do