No Sssweat

by Van Morrison

Where's your respect? (Where's your respect?)
Why bite the hand that feeds you.
It's not over yet. (It's not over yet!)
Plenty more fingers for you to nibble.
I'd like to see you get your teeth round this.
I'm sure your jaw will sorely be missed.
Not even salt can make your hands taste good.
I'm still crunching your lifeline.
Not even salt can make your hands taste good.
I'm still crunching your lifeline.
You do this every fucking time!
No sweat! No tears! No guilt!
You do this every fucking time!
No sweat! No tears! No guilt!
Not even salt can make your hands taste good.
I'm still crunching your lifeline.
Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline
Blood fills your palms.
Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline
Blood fills your palms.
Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline
Blood fills your palms.
Where's your respect? (Where's your respect?)
Why bite the hand that feeds you.
It's not over yet. (It's not over yet!)
Plenty more fingers for you to nibble.
I'd like to see you get your teeth round this.
I'm sure your jaw will sorely be missed.
Not even salt can make your hands taste good.
I'm still crunching your lifeline.
Not even salt can make your hands taste good.
I'm still crunching your lifeline.
You do this every fucking time!
No sweat! No tears! No guilt!
You do this every fucking time!
No sweat! No tears! No guilt!
Do this one more time and I'll bite your fucking fingers off!