Electric Six

Don't have to tell me that life ain't fair,
I lost twelve of my very best men in there
Well, hold on
Hold on to your curse
This story is depressing and it's gonna get worse
I gotta know what the man on the street thinks
I wanna drink what the man on the beach drinks
Need a security perimeter with Venetian blinds
An emergency meeting of the meeting of the minds
Can't see the forest through the trees
I make my living in American cheese
Bringing everybody to their knees
So have another slice of American cheese
Well, I know it'd be better with Gouda or Cheddar
Now there's fifty dead actresses lying in your wake
So have another piece of chicken, have a piece of steak
But be nice, lover, be nice to me
Cuz there's an evil army comin' that we just can't see
I gotta feel everything that I can't feel
I gotta steal when I went with the meal deal
I gotta bless they heart and forgive they sins
And pass all my curses onto next of kin