I wanna shake, I wanna fry now, I wanna leave this line and shout
I hate, all these crowds, all this fast food, all around
I will leave for ever you can't feed me...here

I wanna raisin, in my bagel...I wanna fresh bite where I won't yell out
My jaw, it was stale, the bad cream cheese, really smells
I won't wait for refunds you can't feed me...here

I wanna steak, before a midnight, I wanna take, a look at the other side items, where's my knife, it's been horra - ble tonight
I will leave for ever you can't feed me...here