[Intro] [spoken, dry] So I got some teeth pulled. Doctor said, "Don't eat anything solid for forty-eight hours." Forty-eight hours? That's not medical advice. That's a fucking prison sentence. [Verse 1] [dirty bass, tight dry drums] Woke up with a mouth full of blood Tongue feels like it's been hit by a truck Got a bag of pills Got a bag of ice Got a piece of paper telling me How not to ruin my life No chips No steak No pizza pie No chewing anything Unless I wanna fucking die So I drank some broth I drank some juice I drank a protein shake That tasted like liquid drywall And sadness in a cup [Pre-Chorus] [building] Everybody said "You'll be fine" Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fucking fantastic. I haven't eaten since Tuesday. [Chorus] [big, repetitive, stupidly sincere] POTATOES ARE FROM THE GODS POTATOES ARE FROM THE GODS I NEVER KNEW I NEVER KNEW BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND POTATOES ARE FROM THE GODS [Verse 2] [spoken-sung] Day one I was optimistic Day two I started staring at people's food Saw a man eating a sandwich Outside a gas station I watched him chew. For a long time. Too long. He noticed. I didn't look away. [Verse 3] Everything hurts Everything's swollen Everything I want Requires fucking chewing I tried some applesauce Felt like a baby Tried some yogurt Felt like a prisoner Drank some soup And realized Soup is just hot water with vegetables floating around pretending to be dinner [Break] [bass drops out] Then... Someone handed me a bowl. [Pause] Mashed potatoes. [Long pause] I didn't trust them. [Chorus] [full band crashes in] POTATOES ARE FROM THE GODS POTATOES ARE FROM THE GODS FORTY-EIGHT HOURS WITHOUT FOOD AND NOW I'M SEEING GOD POTATOES ARE FROM THE GODS [Verse 4] [more animated] I took one bite Soft. Warm. Beautiful. No chewing. No struggle. Just... Potato. I closed my eyes. I heard a voice. [spoken whisper] "Eat." So I ate. [Backing vocals] Eat. [Lead] I ate again. [Backing vocals] Eat. [Lead] I started crying. [Backing vocals] Eat. [Lead] I don't know if it was pain or happiness. I don't care. [Bridge] [slow, heavy, almost religious] Potato in the bowl Potato in my soul Potato in my mouth Potato saved my life I used to think potatoes were boring I used to think they needed cheese I used to think they needed bacon I was a fucking idiot. [Breakdown] [drums pounding] I HAVE SEEN THE LIGHT IT WAS MASHED I HAVE FELT THE SPIRIT IT WAS STARCH I HAVE KNOWN SALVATION IT WAS BUTTER [Chorus] [huge, repetitive] POTATOES ARE FROM THE GODS POTATOES ARE FROM THE GODS THEY CAME DOWN FROM HEAVEN AND THEY GOT MASHED UP POTATOES ARE FROM THE GODS [Outro] [band gradually falls apart] Doctor said "Stick to soft foods." Doctor... You don't understand. This isn't food anymore. This is religion. [quietly] Potatoes are from the gods. [beat] And gravy... [long pause] Gravy is probably God. [one final drum hit]
