F.d.c. For Short Lyrics & Chords By Melt-banana

F.D.C. I slap you, but

S.C.S. you love it and

B.D.S. I shoot down with

ICBM, no escape

You crouch down

Holding your tongue,

You grasp with

A hand full of dirt

Last counterattack of dying ants

You'll be dead

Throw abaut!

No one cares after all

Out of shape - addicted

Out of step - addicted

Out of touch - arrested

F.D.C. I don't need but

S.D.F. you hang around with

S.F.L. I send you some

ICBM, no escape

I squeeze down

A glass of water

Splashing with

A hand full of pieces

Last counterattack of shining ants

You'll be dead

Kick about!

No one cares after all

Out of shape - addicted

Out of step - addicted

Out of touch - arrested

Frankly nit-pick

Quickly nit-pick

I won't tell you

Which one what means