I toss the dough
To block out the lights
It coats my hands
I’ve got powerful hands
The oven is warm
It’s hard to breathe
Feel the heat in my lungs
I powder my lungs

Oh no, the boxes are stacked too high now
They’re crushing my neck and they’re oiling my thighs
Oh no, the b-b-b-boxes are stacked too high now
They’re crushing my neck and they’re oiling my thighs

I open the cans
I get physical, man
The metal gleams
It looks dangerous to me
I litter the scene
With circles of meat
The patterns I make
They mean nothing to me

Oh no, the boxes are stacked too high now
They’re crushing my neck and they’re oiling my thighs
Oh no, the b-b-b-boxes are stacked too high now
They’re crushing my neck and they’re oiling my thighs

I roll the knife with symmetry
The lines are clean
But they fill up with cheese
I pity my keys
They’re hiding from me
I’ve got to start my car
For deliveries



Lyrics submitted by SwozWoz

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