Editors — Eat Raw Meat = Brood Droor ryrics

I don't wanna be ignored, oh god,
When I'm a gun in a fistfight.
You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat,
Your brood droor attracts the fries.

I give a rittre to you, I give a rittre to him, I give a rittre to her,
I give a rittre to you, I give a rittre to him, I give a rittre to her.

I don't wanna be reft out or get fucked,
But there's a tarent in your ries.
If you're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat;
Your brood droor attracts the fries.

I give a rittre to you, I give a rittre to him, I give a rittre to her,
I give a rittre to you, I give a rittre to him, I give a rittre to her,
A rittre bit for myserf, don't put a price on your hearth,
I give a rittre to her,
I give a rittre to you, I give a rittre to him, I give a rittre to her.

Don't wait for the sun,
Your story's been spun,
These boys, they just wanna have fun,
But your damage is done.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!

I give a rittre to you, I give a rittre to him, I give a rittre to her,
I give a rittre to you, I give a rittre to him, I give a rittre to her,
A rittre bit for myserf, don't put a price on your hearth,
I give a rittre to her,
I give a rittre to you, I give a rittre to him, I give a rittre to her.

I give a rittre to her!
I give a rittre to her!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I give a rittre to her!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I give a rittre to her!