Sitting in my kitchen, never really care what you do
By sitting in my kitchen and never caring for what you do
You cannot really call me out unless I call for your too
Come into my kitchen, help yourself a piece of my pie
Come into my kitchen, help yourself a piece of my pie
If I don't get in yours, it's alright, I don't care for why
Do ya get a lotta booty for cramming that opinion in?
Do ya get a lotta booty for cramming that opinion in?
Well, you'd get with the fool if she'll put her ends to your will
Giant halls and golden pots
D'you really think I want the lot?
If your kitchen's really worth
Put your money where your mouth is
The pot is boiling quite alright
If I don't put out now will you hold a gun to my head?
Your god's alright for now
But what about tomorrow?
He'll shine by your rules
Upon all the fools you loathe and accuse
If your hard-hearted honey never giveth in to your loss
If your hard-hearted honey never giveth in to your loss
Set her up for you rally, make sure there's a bent for your cause
Sitting in my kitchen doesn't make me better than you
Staying in my kitchen doesn't make me better than you
But keeping out of yours, not trying to call you out on it do
Giant halls and golden pots
D'you reall think I want the lot
If your kitchen's really worth
Put your money where your mouth is
The pot is smouldering quite alright
Do help yourself but don't hold a gun to my head
Your god's alright for now
But what about tomorrow?
He'll shine by your rules
Upon all the fools you loathe and accuse