Fuzz Muncher from Revelers by OPERATORS

you're throwing a lifeline, I don't need your savin' touch
prescribing me a cure, doctor thank you very much
I can do it on my own
I don't need your help...no, no

you leave me with this shit
fuzz muncher by design
you take away what's good
what's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

the high horse you ride on, oh it has been dead for long
now the stench surrounds you as i sing my song
I don’t need your helpin‘
I will do it on my own, yeah

a variety of virtues
none of them you call your own
righteousness, sincerity, integrity
there's a crack in your pretty skull
where the rain comes pouring in
a water hole where the fiendish thoughts arise

• Rock
• desert rock
• heavy rock
• organ
• rock'n'roll
• stoner rock
• Berlin