Broken Food - Freak Kitchen

Are you going to say «hi"to me?

What a waste of sympathy

Iґm 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

Iґm an arm short, but thatґs ok My head seems to be the problem

You canґt bring me down;

Iґm already there

Thereґs nothing you can say;

I no longer care

Iґm sorry, but you canґt 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 ґtil your face turns blue

With this self-centered son of a bitch

You canґt bring me down;

Iґm already there

Thereґs nothing you can say;

I no longer care

Iґm sorry, but you canґt harm me with that attitude

Iґve been raised on broken food

Are you going to say «hi"to me?

You know Iґd really like that

What I say and what I think might not be the same, you see…

I would really, really like that