your boy blue - Mise en Place Lyrics

You're the worst cook in America cooking up a total disaster
Who's cutting the onions? They toss your emotions
Sloppily like
A hairy salad

It's a mess
It's a mess
Reality bites it bites the dust
But you let out the cries
While fantasies lie to season your life

There's a teacher there to teach you
She'll mark your finger red
Till dead the blood leaves you
It's not a piece of cake to decide your own fate

Because the journey's a trip
A real psychedelic trip
Misinformation age
Sets you on the wrong page

Turn that cookbook to the recipe
Not the foodie selfie
Garnishing your cell
With inedible decor

Blood boiling? Try simmering down
Stay sharp or you'll look like a clown
For all to feast their eyes upon
And it's no wonder you been chopped

86'd from the setlist
Emulsify repulsify
Can you send this back? I don't want to pay for this!
Go get your manager and go get managed

Creme fraiche or cream of the crop
Keep frozen til you're at top
Good food is music to my ears
And music is food for my ears
Blegh

Get your self together
Mise en Place
Get your self together
Mise en Place
Get your self together
Mise en Place
Get your self together
Mise en Place
Get your self together
Mise en Place
Get your self together
Mise en Place
Get your self together
Mise en Place
Get your self together
Mise en Place