© 2026 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin [Intro] Grease smears rings on the glass A cheap fan chops the smoke in two A battered box wheezes off-key brass like it’s got something to chew [Verse 1] I came for home on a plastic plate Two scoops of cheap, still warm, still round The kind you eat when cash is low And tomorrow tastes like yesterday The waitress calls me sweetie quick Her smile is stapled, clean and thin My fork keeps tapping metal slick Like it’s keeping time for the lumps rolling in [Pre-Chorus] Coins stick to fingers, salt and grease The belt keeps talking in short clicks Portions march by, same size, same heat Same little lumps, same old shit [Chorus] MEAT BALL, HEAT BALL. Roll me, roll me, roll ka-CHUNK ka-CHUNK. Make me small, make me whole Pour the brown gravy, let it slide down my throat Roll me, sell me, portion me out. roll roll roll. Don’t choke MEAT BALL, HEAT BALL. Easy shape to trade and hold ka-CHUNK ka-CHUNK. I’m a price tag on a roll [Verse 2] The cook won’t meet my eyes tonight His glove squeaks when it grips the spoon A violin saws fat to light And laughs too sharp, too high, too soon That’s not beef, that’s someone’s day That’s someone’s rent, someone’s ribs My name gets scraped and thrown away Kept only where the gravy drips A jar of pickles sweats and stares The jukebox skips the happy part I taste my childhood in the air My tongue goes thick, fingers smell of yesterday’s shirt [Pre-Chorus] Accordion bends like a bad tooth aches Notes smear, then jerk back out of place The belt keeps moving. Nothing breaks Except the grin I brought inside [Chorus] MEAT BALL, HEAT BALL. Roll me, roll me, roll ka-CHUNK ka-CHUNK. Make me small, make me whole Pour the brown gravy, let it slide down my throat Roll me, sell me, portion me out. roll roll roll. Don’t choke MEAT BALL, HEAT BALL. Easy shape to trade and hold ka-CHUNK ka-CHUNK. I’m a price tag on a roll [Bridge] Turn it up. If I’m food, then I’ll bite back Stomp the floor, shake the tins, make the cheap lights crack We’ll chew the joke till it turns to dust and metal Play it faster, play it uglier If we’re only meat, we choose the teeth If we’re only portion, we spit in your fucking plate If you want us quiet, you picked the wrong song We’ll clack our forks and drag you along [Final Chorus] MEAT BALL. HEAT BALL. roll roll roll ka-CHUNK ka-CHUNK. Lose control Brown gravy slides, tongue goes numb Roll me, sell me, portion me out. roll roll roll. Until MEAT BALL. HEAT BALL. Bought and sold ka-CHUNK ka-CHUNK. Still warm inside the roll [Outro] One last bite teeth meet meat then the sound cuts of
