Texty: Fury In The Slaughterhouse. Don't Dig In My Potatoes.

survive in a city of steel
with all the fears all the fears that I feel
my life is wound I can't heel
with a bandage with a bandage of steel

but I, I've got my own way to go
it doesn't matter in which direction the wind will blow
so you, you better keep yourself out

cause you don't know what it's all about

don't you dig in my...
don't dig in my potatoes...