[bassoon solo] [Verse] When love was something you wished for You never knew You never knew it could hurt like this When your heart was young and pure What could you do You didn’t know that ignorance is bliss [Chorus] Well I could tell you everything Tell you all the horrible things I know Yeah You wouldn't believe me Seems like it all is out of your control Well I could tell you everything Tell you all the lies and all the pain Yeah You wouldn't believe me And you’d still be marked by the bloody stain Your efforts in vain [Verse] When love was something you dreamed of You always thought You thought that love could reach beyond When your skin was still so soft What could you do They want beef stew and filet mignon [Chorus] Well I could tell you everything Tell you all the horrible things I know Yeah You wouldn't believe me Who knew your friends could be so cold Well I could tell you everything How you’re cattle and you’re delish Yeah You wouldn't understand Because you can’t even speak English [Bridge] This is why I’m out here bassooning It’s the closest I can get to mooing Ask the Farmer what the hell is he doing? Cow meat is the stuff he’ll be chewing [Chorus] Well I could tell you everything Tell you all the horrible things I know Yeah You wouldn't believe me If I told you your kind was bought and sold Well I could tell you everything How the whole process is so appalling Yeah You wouldn't understand How your skin is turned into cool wallets And stuff [Rap break] You’re a cow, Gonna make you ground beef now Get some chow, Fatten up your meat somehow Chuck roast in the sauce, Ain’t it gross, what it costs? Gotta risk it, gotta Get the brisket, flanks And shanks, steak tips With a biscuit, gotta build A farm, it’s economical Need a New York strip delmonico What’s the point? It’s the Sirloin, die by the rib eye Porterhouse on a plate, show me Steak and potatoes Gotta say though, your father Tasted greater, see you Later, on my burger, in the Setting sun, thin the herd, just to Make beef Wellington [Chorus] Well I could tell you everything What’s on the other side of the wall Yeah You wouldn't believe me In our spaghetti, you’re the meatball Well I could tell you everything That you won’t even be Grade A Yeah You wouldn't understand That you were born and raised for your taste [bassoon solo]
