Lyrics:

Time to make up a product
That makes one visualize a break from strife
One has once said, 'It's always a something
That molds bread, rise and then gone'

Have some more grub
And old man he sells them by the shrub
From his old car

Might as well burn to your fancy
No more idle thoughts of plenty
Pick the job your jeans are to wear
Or take them off, work like your bare

Ah, don't look

Why, hello verse
I see your back again to run course, what nice timing
I am calling you and you're not home
I saw you asleep, I conspired we got hurt

It's you again
I thought we established we were friends
Now go amscray