[Intro] MuTau brought the fruit in a paper crown Mouthfull grinned, said, “Turn that whole thing down” One gold drop slid off the spoon And painted a ring around Jupiter’s moon [Verse 1] You said, “Be nice, keep the table neat” I said, “That’s a strange way to season a beat” Banana peel curled like a question mark While the little green goblins lit up the dark I know that look, that careful pause You want the truth with the corners sawed off But the cup’s already leaning my way And I’ve got one honest thing to say [Pre-Chorus] Hold that sip, let it roll Fruit of the sky in a porcelain bowl Don’t blink now, don’t pretend When the sweet gets loud, it won’t neatly end [Chorus] Jupiter juice on the tip of my tongue MythKissed gold and the whole room’s sprung It’s not rude if the plain truth lands Just a bright little spill from my open hands Mouthfull, MuTau, pass that cup around We came for the taste, not to water it down Jupiter juice, let the truth run loose It’s not rude—it’s just true [Verse 2] Banana-phone buzzed with a lunar call A goblin said, “Tell them,” then laughed at us all I told the moon it was showing one side It turned like a plate and got wide-eyed You can dress up a fact in a velvet suit Still comes out tasting like overripe fruit So take your tiny sip, make your face I’ll save you a seat at the edge of space [Pre-Chorus] Hold that sip, let it roll Fruit of the sky in a porcelain bowl Don’t blink now, don’t pretend When the sweet gets loud, it won’t neatly end [Chorus] Jupiter juice on the tip of my tongue MythKissed gold and the whole room’s sprung It’s not rude if the plain truth lands Just a bright little spill from my open hands Mouthfull, MuTau, pass that cup around We came for the taste, not to water it down Jupiter juice, let the truth run loose It’s not rude—it’s just true [Bridge] (near-spoken) A fruit can be strange and still be fruit. A quiet room can hear a spoon hit the floor. And if the cup is already tipping… Why blame the table? [Final Chorus] Jupiter juice on the tip of my tongue MythKissed gold and the whole room’s sprung It’s not rude if the plain truth lands Just a bright little spill from our open hands Mouthfull, MuTau, bring the whole crew through A goblin, a banana, and a sky gone blue Jupiter juice, let the truth run loose It’s not rude—it’s just true [Outro] One last drop on the paper crown The moon says nothing We drink it down
