Fall - Gramme Friday Lyrics

The people I like live in kitchens and halls. I can't reach a decision on this. Can I come back to you on this? Hitler lost his nerve on it. Dr. Morale prescribed it well It's [spastics]. I am Robertson Spiel and this is my Gramme Friday. Skin drops slow to the bones But I've got my hunger anyway. I'm on Gramme Friday. Work and eat spontaneous Enter the house of weariness. It's spastics. Look out Look down Look out Look now The hunger.... Friday . Fall Lyrics Gramme Friday Lyrics