Amanda Palmer - Vegemite (The Black Death) lyrics
[Amanda Palmer - Vegemite The Black Death lyrics]
You tell me that you love me
When I'm lying by your side
You tell me that I am the only
One who understands your troubled mind
That I am blind to any evil you can do
And that I love you more than
Any other girl could ever do
You love the things that I love: you
Love art and you love books
And you love love as much as I
Do and you love my dirty looks
And you love me right now
So how can you love vegemite?
It tastes like sadness
It tastes like batteries
It tastes like asses
I cannot hold a man so close who
Spreads this cancer on his toast
It is the Vegemite, my darling, or it's me
You have to make a fucking choice
I cannot sit with you at breakfast
The very smell of it obliterates my senses
And if that weren't bad enough you
Also eat the shit for lunch
Which means we can't spend any time together
What kind of relationship is that?
The choice is yours
My heart is in your hands
Please wash your hands
You just ate Vegemite for
Lunch you selfish bastard
It's all about you, isn't it?
It's just take, take, take, take
What about me? What about my feelings?
I'm sorry
I had this really awful experience when
I was six years old
And our British next door
Neighbor, Christopher Gill
He was babysitting us and he made me eat an
Entire spoonful of Marmite
Which is just like Vegemite pretty
Much except it's even grosser
He made me eat it by telling
Me it was chocolate fudge
And so I swallowed the whole thing and then I
Had to go to the bathroom and throw up
And it really traumatized me and I'm
Sorry I got so emotional, i just
I love you, and no matter what you eat
I'll always love you completely
I might just always leave the
Room at meal times
Or refuse to kiss or touch you for a week
If you insist on putting that foul
Death paste in your mouth
You're in my heart
But put yourself inside my shoes
I have to know
It shouldn't be too hard to choose
I know it's tearing you apart
But it's the way it has to be
It is the Vegemite, my darling
It is the Vegemite, my darling
Put down the Vegemite, you fucker
Or I'll leave
When I'm lying by your side
You tell me that I am the only
One who understands your troubled mind
That I am blind to any evil you can do
And that I love you more than
Any other girl could ever do
You love the things that I love: you
Love art and you love books
And you love love as much as I
Do and you love my dirty looks
And you love me right now
So how can you love vegemite?
It tastes like sadness
It tastes like batteries
It tastes like asses
I cannot hold a man so close who
Spreads this cancer on his toast
It is the Vegemite, my darling, or it's me
You have to make a fucking choice
I cannot sit with you at breakfast
The very smell of it obliterates my senses
And if that weren't bad enough you
Also eat the shit for lunch
Which means we can't spend any time together
What kind of relationship is that?
The choice is yours
My heart is in your hands
Please wash your hands
You just ate Vegemite for
Lunch you selfish bastard
It's all about you, isn't it?
It's just take, take, take, take
What about me? What about my feelings?
I'm sorry
I had this really awful experience when
I was six years old
And our British next door
Neighbor, Christopher Gill
He was babysitting us and he made me eat an
Entire spoonful of Marmite
Which is just like Vegemite pretty
Much except it's even grosser
He made me eat it by telling
Me it was chocolate fudge
And so I swallowed the whole thing and then I
Had to go to the bathroom and throw up
And it really traumatized me and I'm
Sorry I got so emotional, i just
I love you, and no matter what you eat
I'll always love you completely
I might just always leave the
Room at meal times
Or refuse to kiss or touch you for a week
If you insist on putting that foul
Death paste in your mouth
You're in my heart
But put yourself inside my shoes
I have to know
It shouldn't be too hard to choose
I know it's tearing you apart
But it's the way it has to be
It is the Vegemite, my darling
It is the Vegemite, my darling
Put down the Vegemite, you fucker
Or I'll leave