Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs, I don't need 'em but I'll sell what you got, take the cash and I'll keep it. Eight legs to the wall. Hit the gas, kill 'em all!
And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl!
Give me my detonator!
Love, gimme love, gimme love, I don't need it but I'll take what I want from your heart and I'll keep it in a bag, in a box, with an X on the floor.
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more!
