Meatball Submarine (Live)

[Guitar hum] [Shouted] FOOD FIIIIIGHT!! I ordered lunch and the lunch ordered me. Bread blinks twice; olive periscope, perigee. Sauce writes cursive on my shirt: “bon appétit.” Cutlery salutes. The napkin pleads “flee.” Captain Breadstick taps the mast “submerge the plate!” Pickles mutiny, timing their escape. Mayo semaphore: “abandon taste.” Mustard draws maps on my face. Tablecloth tide… starch folds like a wave… Order up... identity… à la carte to save… Meatball submarine! (FIRE IT UP!) Cheese torpedoes scream! (BLOW IT UP!) Dive, dive, stomach sea Saint Marinara, swallow me! Anchovy choir in a chrome baptistry, Basil confetti rains intentionally. Parmesan snow on a red prophecy The plate’s an eye that will not blink for me. Count the bites: one truth, two lies. Count the costs: three knots, four ties. Count the clocks: five hands, no time. Open wide. Align. (oooh's) Reflections fracture, priced by ounce. The glass remembers every bounce. If hunger’s holy, bless this doubt Swallow the chapel, spit it out. Meatball submarine! (FIRE IT UP!) Cheese torpedoes scream! (BLOW IT UP!) Dive, dive, stomach sea Saint Marinara, swallow me! Meatball submarine! (FIRE IT UP!) Cheese torpedoes scream! (BLOW IT UP!) Dive, dive, stomach sea Saint Marinara, swallow me! Meatball submarine! (FIRE IT UP!) Cheese torpedoes scream! (BLOW IT UP!) Dive, dive, stomach sea Saint Marinara, swallow me!