Excuse me, Mister,
How are you today?
You keep sinking in, (sinking in)
Take what you want and...
I'm empty, not on the inside;
Like a father who left me, sucking me dry.
Too little, too too late for you to say sorry and,
I'm just another toy in your box.

We'll serve them as a dish;
A dish fit for the gods,
Fit for the gods!
Bubbling over in a minute from this past year,
Share a needle of blood, sweat, and tears.
Little too late for you to say sorry,
Game over, I'm sorry.

Excuse me, Mister,
How are you tonight?
You keep digging,
Take what you want and...
I'm empty, eaten from inside;
A bad apple, left out to dry.
Too little, too too late for you to say sorry, and
I'm just another toy in your box.

We'll serve them as a dish;
A dish fit for the gods,
Fit for the gods!
Bubbling over in a minute from this past year,
Share a needle of blood, sweat, and tears.
Little too late for you to say sorry,
Game over, I'm sorry.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Boys and girls;
Gather 'round!
May I present to you...
Money...
And GREED!

[musical break]

Do a little, too too late for you to say sorry, and
I'm just another toy in your box.

Bubbling over in a minute from this past year,
Share a needle of blood, sweat, and tears.
Little too late for you to say sorry,
Game over, I'm sorry.


Lyrics submitted by Kitkat152

Too Little, Too Late song meanings
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