What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for you. Dinner is cooked; our drinks are chilling, and I’ve taken a hot bath. I want to be comfortable so I can enjoy your company. Your kiss is tasty, did you just pop a mint? That’s okay love, it’s all good to me. Go ahead, make yourself at home, wash your hands, I’ll fix our plates. Yep, you have a steak and potatoes, and I have fish and veggies. But King my Dear, you’re my main dish. Can I fix you a drink? Do you need some ice? So how was dinner, did you get enough? Thanks for the compliment, I’m glad you liked it. Sure, I’ll pour you another drink, and top it off with ruby red. Do I want to hear some music? You know I do. Put on what you think I like? Kem is fine my **** King, and pump up the volume cause I am ready!
I hold the tool. I am the blade. I drive myself into the fertile ground. I dig potatoes out. They were buried alive, but in darkness they thrive. Now the old pig will feast. When he grows fat I will slay him to feed me and kin. I don't like killing but when necessary it's not a sin. I shall live another year, God willing. I have long been on the land. I am old but my sun is not yet setting in the sky. When I was a child I was told once by my father you become earth when you die. If so, I hope my children carve my chest with blade. I hope I'll yield a fruitful harvest.
From the grand expanse of the sky To the unreached depth of the sea Every stone, every tree Every bone, every seed That I know is hard to fathom But somehow you must believe
Pathways right through the middle of town Lead directly to an open door But we were not worried that the rain was falling No we were not worried if the rain was falling
Sometimes dealing with the truth is painful But in the truth there is love Every word despite the world Every word and each heart beat That I know is not so simple But somehow you must believe
Arrow shot forth in a million different ways Aimed directly at your heart And a moment you could feel that the rain was falling Take a moment we can feel the way the rain is falling The rain is falling
I am a royal potato whose shape is a perfect oval, My fame is so widespread that everyone knows me from the stars to Mars. This uncontrollable charm I exude is so novel, that even the queens and kings before me grovel.
Even though this tale may not seem real, I would still appreciate if you would go to my palace just to say hello.
These days, times have been hard, for the invincible McDonalds has been winning countless victories. My young comrades from the north have been skinned and stripped to pieces. My amazing xylophone that would make the zealous moon jealous has been burnt in the fire and trampled in the mire.
We must push for the rights of potatoes Just like the tomatoes Whose fire and concept of equality Has driven hungry humans to see reality. If it was them in the frying pan, Would it still excite them to ignite The fire that burns so painfully bright?