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the dead milkmen - how do you even manage to exist? lyrics

this is not rocket science, it’s not even bottle rocket science! when you order food, you get in line. you look at the menu, you decide what you want. when the person behind the counter says “next,” you step up and you give your order. you do not hold up the entire line by staring off into sp+ce for 10 minutes and then saying, “oh! it all looks so delightful! how could i possibly ever make up my mind?” white or wheat bread should not be a lifе+changing decision! it should not take you an hour to figure that out! and you know what еlse you don’t do? you don’t order sh+t that ain’t on the menu! you don’t say “hey, maybe you got some rice back there? some ham? some watercress? you could mix that up for me.” restaurants don’t work that way! and by the way, in the real world, i get a lunch hour. not lunch hours!

i hope you choke on your food
while you fall down the stairs
i hope you finish your meal
and find short curly hairs

and while i am pleased that you stand in solidarity with our brothers and sisters in the developing world by asking whether or not this restaurant serves fair trade products, i regret to inform you that you have no idea what the f+ck you are talking about! east anglia is not in africa, i know! i’ve been there! and while ipswich may be a few years behind the rest of the world, i can guarantee you, pretty boy, that n0body there is dropping dead in the street from starvation. boredom, maybe, but not starvation

i hope a pack of wild animals
rips you apart
may they feast upon your liver
and devour your heart

oh! and you felt the need to tell the waiter that you hope the kimchi here is just as delightful as the kimchi you had when you visited the hunan province? isn’t that interesting. well, listen here, buddy boy! i don’t know jack sh+t about kimchi or the hunan province, but i do know this: you were clearly born with a silver spoon in your mouth. not unlike the spoon that you sent back because you said it had water spots on it. let me tell you what’s happening to that spoon. right now, the boys in the back are taking turns sticking that spoon up their b+tts. and then they’re gonna bring it to you. and you’re gonna eat your meal with it. yes, you’re gonna eat your meal with the b+tt+spoon. and while you’re eating with the b+tt+spoon, you’re gonna say “ooh! this tastes exactly like the meal i had in the hunan province!” that’s because everybody in the hunan province was taking turns sticking the spoons up their b+tts and giving you them to eat with. you ate every meal with the great b+tt+spoon of the hunan province!

i hope you die in a fire
in the middle of a lake
i hope you dress like saint patrick
and are bitten by a snake
i hope you die in a cave
from the effects of sunstroke
i hope you get busted in bangkok
while smuggling coke

- the dead milkmen lyrics

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