[Verse 1] Oven light, a small sunrise in the dark Sugar ghosts drifting slow like sparks Cracked hands turning flour into gold Whole room breathing out, “you’re not alone” Crust like clouds breaking open slow Filling like a memory you used to know No big sermon, no one tries Just the soft, round halo of a cooling pie [Chorus] Me, I’d try and get some pie To pie I’d ride, I’d ride n’ die I’d carefully scrape that crust with a fork I’d pry inside that pie with my spork Give us pie now, give us pie Hello, hi, I mean it, pie Audience, we do not lie Give us pie or you will die PIP (spoken): Thank you! We were just kidding… mostly. [Verse 2] Steam halos on the windowpane Cinnamon planets in a slow parade Lonely hearts at the chipped-plate shrine Sharing crumbs like a secret sign Every slice a quiet spell Saying, “stay a while, you’re doing well” No big answers, just a sigh And the quiet language of a warm pie [Chorus] Me, I’d try and get some pie To pie I’d ride, I’d ride n’ die I’d carefully scrape that crust with a fork I’d pry inside that pie with my spork Give us pie now, give us pie Hello, hi, I mean it, pie Audience, we do not lie Give us pie or you will die FATTYFOOT (spoken): Relax, it’s a metaphor. Probably. [Bridge – dreamy, half-spoken] There’s a thin, bent shadow by the window frame Small shape in the garden, up to old games Bare feet in the dirt, eyes bright, breath white Reaching for the crust in the hush of night He risks the dark for a stolen slice Crumbs on his grin under pale moonlight If a little thief bets his skin on a bite You know that filling’s holy, You know that crust is right [Final Chorus] Me, I’d try and get some pie To pie I’d ride, I’d ride n’ die I’d carefully scrape that crust with a fork I’d pry inside that pie with my spork Give us pie now, give us pie Hello, hi, I mean it, pie Audience, we do not lie Give us pie or you will die PIP (spoken, fading): Thank you! We were just kidding… FATTYFOOT: Unless you’re hiding a pie.
