Electric Six - American Cheese lyrics
[Electric Six - American Cheese lyrics]
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
And 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
But, 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
Well be nice, lover be nice to me
Cause there's an evil army coming
That we just can't see
I gotta feel everything I can't feel
I gotta steal when I went with the meal deal
I gotta bless their heart
And forgive their sins
And pass on my curse to their 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 it's toll upon my heart
(Taking it's toll upon my heart)
This corporation is just a feed filler
Seed spiller hell bent on tearing us apart
(Hell bent on tearing us apart)
The Pop King of the nation
Died from pain killers 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 let's go back to the start
(Now too let's go back to the start)
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
And 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
But, 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
Well be nice, lover be nice to me
Cause there's an evil army coming
That we just can't see
I gotta feel everything I can't feel
I gotta steal when I went with the meal deal
I gotta bless their heart
And forgive their sins
And pass on my curse to their 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 it's toll upon my heart
(Taking it's toll upon my heart)
This corporation is just a feed filler
Seed spiller hell bent on tearing us apart
(Hell bent on tearing us apart)
The Pop King of the nation
Died from pain killers 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 let's go back to the start
(Now too let's go back to the start)