The King is ruined again Allegations bubbling over every edge Of an entire empire's frying pans Well we'll hang the newsman from his reel to reel Before we're too full for another meal There's more to taste, there's more to feel And tell me why shouldn't I get me mine When you can smell it in the air Look I've got friends They like to debate they like to stay up nice and late Extolling parties f**ing men Nitpicking interest rates Boring into one another's Minotauran mazes Upgrading their metal plates As first my left eye then my right eye glazes Just tell me why shouldn't I get me mine When it's everywhere Feast or starve don't give a f** or care Work the moves that earn you enough air We're getting things cooking in the baleen of a whale No one's suffocating you're just out of scale You're just getting your epiphenomenon on Come on and feast or starve be laissez-faire Work your way inside to where the air's not so stale And fear not fellow Gepettos our boy toys can not fail So while we're waiting in the dark oh yeah we'll be setting sail We'll be getting our epiphenomenon on So what you got cooking in your kitchen now player yeah So what you got cooking in your kitchen now sugarbear (She knows how to hold me She calls me the right words But which pinch is she taking me with?)