To All the Picky Eaters… Lyrics

People, people, listen

People from the kitchen

People know what's different

People, people, listen

Seconds from the kitchen

People know what's different

Imagine your home filled with bugs

Now imagine your home filled with sin

Now imagine your home burning alive

Now imagine your dress covered in tar

Now imagine your car

But, but, but, but, but

It's a big but

But

What if you were in it?

You were in it?

In the engine

Coiled up in the engine, mangled

You was tangled

Now what if?

It's a big what-if, but what if?

What if every mother-fucking thing in the world was free

Just for a second?

How hard, and how fast

Would you be able to pull out your credit card and swipe?

Would you be able to make a transaction?

Would you be able, the chemical reaction

Cop, cop

I want to cop it all

I wanna cop it all

Picky, you so picky

Oh, you so picky

Oh, I know

I know you so picky

Oh, I know

I know you're so picky

I, I know

I know

Awe

Production of your own heart

No good taking the backstreet

You could

Oh, you could

You can't?

Awe, baby, you could

You could

Put it down for a second

Put it down

That's not an excuse

Stop, that's not an excuse

Put it down for fucking one second, huh?

Look at that

Isn't that beautiful?

That's

No, no, no

I think it's beautiful regardless

I still

I think you're beautiful

Hello?

I do

Awe

You don't have to do that

You're killing it

No

Ah, yield the star, yeah

You killed

And I can't

Why?

Yeah, why?

Pow, pow, pow