Текст песни Why I Pack My Lunch - Trout Fishing In America

The lunch bell tolls, we go bravely
To chicken knuckles with toxic gravy
Cream of tea bags, wombat pelt
Lizard lips, what's that? Smelt?
Chocolate pudding that goes crunch
Is it any wonder why I pack my lunch?
French fried nostrils, tuna rolls
Is that shoe or just fillet of sole?
Grilled toenails with a side of bunions
Sautéed bats with lots of onions
Biscuits hard enough to bunt
Is it any wonder why I pack my lunch?
Some things move, some things shouldn't
You buy your lunch here? Pal, I wouldn't
Some things ought to be left alone
Turn them back to dirt and stone
Good food's rare as Haley's Comet
This stuff makes me want to leave the table
Chunky milk, eyebrow soup
Refried snakeskin, fresh-baked boot
Poultry feet with goat entrails
Escargot? No, that's snails
Chicken beaks on sticky buns
Is it any wonder why I pack my lunch?
Are you gonna eat that?
I wouldn't
What is it?