Showing posts with label Eat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eat. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

The Wolves

CHORUS
When you put yourself out there
There’s no asking, “How dare?”
They devour all the cowards
To reclaim their power
The wolves!
The wolves!
The wolves!
Put your career on hold!

VERSE 1
The world is a stage, the wolves are your audience
You hold the mike, you’re the ultimate embodiment
Of hope, strength, charisma, and leadership
They can embody love or just plain evil shit
Howl for the moon, the dark side of it
Pour your heart out, because you love it
If you miss a beat, it’s your flesh they’ll eat
There’re no short cuts, there’s no way to cheat

CHORUS
When you put yourself out there
There’s no asking, “How dare?”
They devour all the cowards
To reclaim their power
The wolves!
The wolves!
The wolves!
Put your career on hold!

VERSE 2
The wolves are reading every one of your words
In order to decide if they’ll chew you like a bird
Fill your dead body with the filthiest of worms
Watch your career die, watch your family burn
It could be as simple as an auto correction
Or a casual joke about a rapist’s erection
Or a full diatribe about how people should die
You’re more delicious to the wolves than apple pie

BRIDGE
Throw your ass to the wolves for being so bold!
Throw you out in the snow to go numb in the cold!
Put your life’s work on an auction block to be sold!
A pocketful of change is what you now hold!

VERSE 3
You can’t be an autocrat to the pack of wolves
You can’t rip their hearts out and eat their souls
No matter how many times you cry out to the skies
Not one motherfucker is going to feed you kind lies
These hungry beasts only dabble in the truth
They don’t give a shit about egotistical youth
They don’t care if you’re dying of hunger
If you fuck up, you’ll be buried six feet under

CHORUS
When you put yourself out there
There’s no asking, “How dare?”
They devour all the cowards
To reclaim their power
The wolves!
The wolves!
The wolves!

Put your career on hold!

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Tastes Like Chicken

(As a parody of “Back From the Dead” by Skillet.)

B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok
B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok
B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok
B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok

Hot and crispy in the deep fryer
‘Cause you all try to wolf me down
A big belly for the hungry buyer
Putting on a hundred more pounds

The extra carbs bulking up your thighs
A diabetes pen just to stay alive
The Colonel comes out at night
He’s gonna cook me
He’s gonna eat me
B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok
B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok

Light it up, light it up, fry the chicken
Feel the rush, feel the rush of your insulin
Here’s your food, here’s your coke, here’s your fries
‘Cause I’m bok, bok, bok from the dead tonight
To the floor, to the floor, have a heart attack
Flying high is your pulse while you’re on your back
Full of fluff like a bird that ate rice
‘Cause I’m bok, bok, bok from the dead tonight

B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok
B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok

Eat the skin, it’s the best part
Take a six or seven hour nap
Unleash the beast, a typhoon fart
Now your bed is full of piss and crap

The extra carbs bulking up your thighs
A diabetes pen just to stay alive
The Colonel comes out at night
He’s gonna cook me
He’s gonna eat me
B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok
B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok

Light it up, light it up, fry the chicken
Feel the rush, feel the rush of your insulin
Here’s your food, here’s your coke, here’s your fries
‘Cause I’m bok, bok, bok from the dead tonight
To the floor, to the floor, have a heart attack
Flying high is your pulse while you’re on your back
Full of fluff like a bird that ate rice
‘Cause I’m bok, bok, bok from the dead tonight

Deep fried, homicide, a beached whale in the tide
Mashed potatoes on the side
Feeling full, feeling wide

The Colonel comes out at night
He’s gonna cook me
He’s gonna eat me
B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok
B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok
B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok
B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok

Light it up, light it up, fry the chicken
Feel the rush, feel the rush of your insulin
Here’s your food, here’s your coke, here’s your fries
‘Cause I’m bok, bok, bok from the dead tonight
To the floor, to the floor, have a heart attack
Flying high is your pulse while you’re on your back
Full of fluff like a bird that ate rice
‘Cause I’m bok, bok, bok from the dead tonight

Dead tonight!
B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok from the dead tonight!
B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok dead tonight!

B-B-B-B-B-Bok-Bok-Bok from the dead tonight!