Electric Six - American Cheese lyrics

rate me

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Don't have to tell me that life ain't fair,

I lost twelve of my very best men in there

Well, hold on

Hold on to your curse

This story is depressing and it's gonna get worse

I gotta know what the man on the street thinks

I wanna drink what the man on the beach drinks

Need a security perimeter with Venetian blinds

An emergency meeting of the meeting of the minds

Can't see the forest through the trees

I make my living in American cheese

Bringing everybody to their knees

So have another slice of American cheese

Well, I know it'd be better with Gouda or Cheddar

Now there's fifty dead actresses lying in your wake

So have another piece of chicken, have a piece of steak

But be nice, lover, be nice to me

Cuz there's an evil army comin' that we just can't see

I gotta feel everything that I can't feel

I gotta steal when I went with the meal deal

I gotta bless they heart and forgive they sins

And pass all my curses onto next of kin

Can't see the forest through the trees

I make my living in American cheese

Bringing everybody to their knees

So have another slice of American cheese

I'm not an I-talian fella, but I like Mozzarella

This conversation is just a time killer, time filler

Taking its toll upon my heart

Taking its toll upon my heart

This corporation is just feed filler, seed spiller

Hell bent on tearing us apart

Hell bent on tearing us apart

My king of the nation died from painkillers long after thriller

They sell his music at K-Mart

They sell his music at K-Mart

Going station to station

Looking for Ben Stiller getting Phyllis Dillered

Now too lets go back to the start

Now too lets go back to the start

Now too lets go back to the start

Now too lets go back to the start

Now too lets go back to the start

Now too lets go back to the start

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