U. D. O. - Pull The Trigger lyrics

One meatball

Without the gravy

One meatball

Or nothing at all

One meatball

Without the gravy

One meatball

Or nothing at all

Oh fairest bullet

Of the bullet race

How sweet thou art

And what a taste

Oh my sweet lard

I see you make haste

Your fists are looking full

And there's blood on your face

Where's the bread

Down the hall

You get no bread with one meatball

We belong together

Like bacon and ham

We belong together

Like faking and sham

Old daddy wolf

He does the cutting

Put a weasel in the coop

That devil left nothing

Break the bread

Bicker and brawl

Stir don't shake your highball

I've wrung every drop

From the truth that comes out of me

Milked you dry on lies and dishonesty

There's a stain on the shrine

A nail for each crime

Down home delicious

Honed down vicious

Vultures lying in wait with the guilt

By a hot wet river laden with silt

There's many a slip

Between cup and lip

Down in the pig iron

With the shaven raven

Dragged kicking and screaming told

You ain't worth saving

The light of this life

Is a stanley knife

I've bled myself dry

I'm my own parasite

Where's the bread

Down the hall

You get no bread with one meatball

My heroine is heartbreak

A two-timing liar

She made me sweat fuel for my funeral pyre

A foul belle she's foul mouthed

Fingered on the trigger

Trigger on the lip

Where's the bread

Down the hall

You get no bread with one meatball

If you get to heaven before I do

Make a little hole

And pull me through