[mszee]

I've been trying for hours just to think of what exactly to cook
I thought I'd leave you with a chicken or a nice shepherd's pie
Like when Jamie Oliver makes an exit at the end of Naked Chef.
And I've been dying for hours trying to fill up all the pies with some meat
I'd like to know why you barfed and you threw it all up
I'd like to give you all the reasons why I still cannot cook...

Well I could tell you eat up or maybe bon apetit
With just a touch of a sarcastic thanks
We started out with a prawns and at the top of the world
Now the pots are all dirty and the leftovers suck
And everything's gone

Chorus:

If I could find the clean pots then I would start it again
If I could only find a talent I would cook
Oh its there on my floor the flour I have spilt
Cmon and look at me and pity me and weep

Chorus

I've been cooking lasagna, trying to build a perfect mountain of cheese
We let the souffle go flat, and put the stuffing on stove
Now the pork chops are nothing but a hollowed out dream

And I've been dying for hours trying to fill up all the pies with some meat
I'd like to know why you barfed and you threw it all up
I'd like to give you all the reasons why I still cannot cook..

Well I could tell you eat up or maybe bon apetit
With just a touch of a sarcastic thanks
We started out with a prawns and at the top of the world
Now the pots are all dirty and the leftovers suck
And everything's gone

Chorus

It's there on my floor and coming straight from the jar
It's running gooey and sticky and red
It's there on my floor and its all I can see,
C'mon and look at me and pity me and weep


Cook em and eat - for all the hours well be spending at stove
Cook em and eat - for the dreams we'll ignore
Running silent and deep -
And all those dinners we have promised to cook, they wont be cooked anymore

Cook em and eat - for the magic that our cooking had made
Cook em and eat - for the cookies we ****ed...
Running silent and deep - and all the recipes we given away
For whatever the cost

Cook em and eat - for the lobsters still alive in the pot
Cook em and eat - for the pies we have burned
Running silent and deep - and all the leeks that can never be cooked
Why don't you look at me and pity me and weep

C'mon and look at me and pity me and weep
It's there on my floor and coming straight from the jar
It's running gooey and sticky and red
It's there on my floor and its all I can see,
C'mon and look at me and pity me and weep