Freak Kitchen Broken Food
Are you going to say "hi" to me?
What a waste of sympathy
IÂ'm stuck in my stupid misery
A self-centered son of a bitch...
You know, I used to wake up in a good mood most everyday
Now it shifts from grey to grey
IÂ'm an arm short, but thatÂ's ok
My head seems to be the problem
You canÂ't bring me down; IÂ'm already there
ThereÂ's nothing you can say; I no longer care
IÂ'm sorry, but you canÂ't harm me with that attitude
I was raised on broken food...
Is there anything I can do for you?
Ease your conscience for a minute or two?
You can try Â'til your face turns blue
With this self-centered son of a bitch
You canÂ't bring me down; IÂ'm already there
ThereÂ's nothing you can say; I no longer care
IÂ'm sorry, but you canÂ't harm me with that attitude
IÂ've been raised on broken food
Are you going to say "hi" to me?
You know IÂ'd really like that
What I say and what I think might not be the same, you see...
I would really, really like that
