[Intro] [Sound of a car engine idling, indicator ticking] [Spoken word - quiet, tired, monotone] "Hey... are you hungry?" "Yeah, a little bit." "Where do you want to eat?" "I don't know, wherever." "No, you pick." "I don't care, you pick." [Dead silence for two seconds] [Deafening pinch harmonic explosion, fast thrash beat drops] [Screamed] THAT IS THE WRONG ANSWER! [Verse 1] [Fast, bouncy crossover thrash riff] I ask a simple question, you give me a shrug! Now we're driving in circles, pulling out a rug! "Mexican?" "Nah, I had tacos yesterday!" "Italian?" "Too heavy, look at what you weigh!" "Chinese?" "Greasy!" "Burgers?" "Gross!" You're shooting down every single option I host! [Pre-Chorus] [Heavy, chunky palm-muted guitar chugs] [Whispered - intense, unhinged] We passed five restaurants... ten restaurants... twenty... [Shouted] WE ARE PASSING SUSTENANCE AT LIGHT SPEED! [Tempo drops into a heavy groove] [Chorus] [Massive, catchy crossover metal anthem with shouted gang vocals] WHERE DO YOU WANT TO EAT?! I DON'T KNOW, YOU CHOOSE! EVERY SINGLE OPTION IS A GAME WE LOSE! I AM STARVING TO DEATH IN THE PASSENGER SEAT! THERE IS NOTHING ON THIS HIGHWAY THAT WE WANT TO EAT! [Verse 2] [Funk-metal bass groove with rapid snare hits] [Spoken skit over the bassline] "Okay, look. Look at this place. It's a bistro." "I don't like the font on their sign." "The font?!" "Yeah, the font looks aggressive." [Screamed metal vocals] THE FONT DOESN'T COOK THE FOOD, KAREN! [Guitar Solo] [Absurdly technical, chaotic sweep-pick guitar shredding over breakneck thrash drums] [Bridge] [Music cuts to a soft acoustic guitar strumming] [Phone dialing sound effect] [Spoken skit - polite, strained phone voice] "Hi, yes, do you guys deliver to exit 42?" [Pause] "You closed twenty minutes ago?" [Pause] "Cool. Cool, cool, cool." [Sudden heavy drum roll and screaming] WE'RE GOING TO STARVE IN THE CAR! [Breakdown] [Crushing, ultra-slow slam-metal breakdown] [Guttural Growl] GAS STATION! [Heavy guitar slam] TAQUITOS! [Double bass kick] ROTISSERIE! HOT DOGS ROLLING SINCE TUESDAY! [Guttural Screaming] FEED THE VOID! [Outro] [Fast, high-speed punk-metal sprint] Gas station food! Gas station food! It’s ruining my life and destroying my mood! [Music abruptly cuts off] [Spoken skit - completely calm again] "...You want a slushie?" "Yeah, actually. Blue raspberry." "Awesome." [Car door closes, engine starts, driving away sound] [end]
