Steak Fries - Sworn In
Bake my fucking bread
Take me away from this taste
'Cause all I eat here is your goddamn steak
You're serving me!
And bringing my fries!
If this is all I eat I'd rather go blind!
You're serving me!
And bringing my fries!
If this is all I eat I'd rather go blind!
Clean this plate with me
Eat to the end
These aren't my motherfucking fries, go try again
“No tips for you” says I
These aren't my fries these aren't my fries!
Since fries are an art then PAM is the start
No salt
No lard
No fries
No heart
I think I'll starve
I think we'll starve
These rolls around my thighs are getting thicker
And I've never heard of peas
The waiter is a fucking illusion
There's no wine with my cheese
At the end of the day, I could say I'm hungry
Can't tell if I'm fed, these aren't the fries that I wanted
At the end of the day I could say I'm hungry
Bake my fucking bread
I'll let my thighs expand until I'm dead
Wishing I was fed wishing I was fed
If I could cook I wouldn't need you, I'd be fed
Maybe I'd have food I wanted
Maybe I'd be fucking fed
Steak Fries rolling back into my head
Wishing I was fed