Текст песни Cafe La Rue - Philip Labes

Welcome my friends to Cafe La Rue
Here is a menu for you to look through
Here at the cafe you get to choose
Any life that seems delicious to you

Just to get started there's mother and wife
Some people don't much like the taste of this life
So if spice is a price that you're willing to bear
It pairs awfully well with a saucy affair
You could try politician an excellent choice
Illicit endeavors, an oversized voice
But if you want something sweet, it's a turn for the worse
This dish always ends with no just deserts

Are you crushed, are you steamed, are you fried
Tell us what kind of life would you like
It's a diet you'll down til you die
But darling you get to decide

There's lottery winner, that one's served rare
I'm afraid that we're fresh out of tech millionaire
You won't get full though you'll feel dignified
'Cause those richer dishes are hollow inside
We've got child mistreated, and husband abused
And prisoner who has been falsely accused
Every once in a while, no matter your wish
You might find some trouble snuck onto your dish

Are you crushed, are you steamed, are you fried
Tell us what kind of life would you like
It's a diet you'll down til you die
But darling you get to decide

Let's hope the meal's massive, and not just a snack
'Cause if you don't like it, you can't send it back
No matter your order, the time or the place
All you can do is just savor the taste

When life's out of control, and it seems to you
Like a seven course meal you were forced to sit through
If ever you thought that your life had picked you
Remember you once sat at Cafe La Rue

Are you crushed, are you steamed, are you fried
Tell us what kind of life would you like
It's a diet you'll down til you die
But darling you get to decide