Hunger in my chest, I'll clear the inventory
It's tearing me apart, 'can hear the landlord swear
Never cook with epilepsy it can make the kitchen gory
Hide knifes and forks in case I set out to prepare

I've been told it's a slaughter, to hold up
That I'm not gonna try while shaking

I spray like a fountain
There's nothing unshaken 'mong rations
I cook when I'm spastic
There' spots on the ceiling
From measures I'm heaving out seasons
I cook when I'm spastic

I'm a stoking kind of man I've never mastered any zen
Not alien to cramps or fizz or foam
Hyper salivation, hyper ventilation
Heading for the grill across a sea of lubrication
I'm out of it and judder on my hone
When you see all the water just get out
Lest you long to be hash in making

I spray like a fountain
There's nothing unshaken 'mong canteens
I cook when I'm spastic
There' spots on the ceiling
From measures I'm heaving what's therein
I cook when I'm spastic

There is now floor soup with croutons, and I'll be dispossessed
I could not use seasonings or my reason, an' re-shaking real soon

I spray like a fountain
There's nothing unshaken 'mong rations
I cook when I'm spastic
There' spots on the ceiling
From measures I'm heaving out seasons
I cook when I'm spastic

I spray like a fountain
There's nothing unshaken 'mong canteens
I cook when I'm spastic
There' spots on the ceiling
From measures I'm heaving what's therein
I cook when I'm spastic