Mac Sabbath - Frying Pan lyrics

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Mac Sabbath - Frying Pan lyrics

I have frying pan Cows we're going to grind Hope your stomach is well lined Do I have the gall? Chopping onions makes me bawl Fixing your daily bread Hope this pan's not made of lead A big red curly hair Gave that customer quite a scare I once burned your meal My old job was cooking veal Now it's a culinary crime All our future is pink slime Everybody wants it Turn this grease into gold Excluding the veggies Trimming the cheese of mold bu*ter I must smear For frying pan to cook steer Seafood they sometimes crave Filet o' Fish we'll ride this wave Everybody wants it On gluten bleached flour bread Everybody needs it Till they're fat and dead Heavy longing for bed Fry these cows until you're fed Throwing out your raisin bran Frying pan lives again