Thank You, Chef Lyrics

Oh, mother

You've fucked up, again

You lost your kids and every one of your friends

Save yourself; I'm finished with this

Oh, mother

You're a loaded gun

You're a father walking out on his son

Let me sink to the bottom; I'm done

Break the blocks off my ankles and run

Build a bridge and get over it

You could burn in a flaming, sailing firepit

It's worth very little, anymore

Like it was worth very much before

You're a villain: a filthy, lying thief

There is nothing that can bring you to reality

You're twisted up: a mangled Chevy in the road

The cist on the back of your brain must have blown

Good grief