Microminiature Love Paroles

Sound the horn and ring the bell
Heaven's turning into hell
Life is turning into death
Struggling for every breath

Nine our fathers
And glory be
He sure knows what's good for me
Nine our fathers
And glory be
We're crying, dying sent to be
We're crying, dying sent to be
We're crying, dying sent to be...

Raise so sun can roast your head
Mold is thriving on your bread
Rats are drinking up your wine
People fat and feeling fine
And glory be
We're crying, dying sent to be
We're crying, dying sent to be
We're crying, dying sent to be
With our microminiature love