I'm counting all the ways
My impulses are based
In amygdaloid haze
Predatory
I'm pleading out my case
I'm scrambling to explain
Things I shouldn't have to explain
But I do
I forgot to say grace so then Satan came
And took the mashed potatoes
Right off my plate
I'm counting all the ways
I've put it in its grave
I'm staring at my face
I kinda like it
My dad made a big mistake so then my granddad came
And beat me with a branch
He said "the fruit don't fall far from the tree"