Piggy In The Middle

If the bitter taste is what you taste
Jump into my big blue car
I’m sorry ‘bout my sorry face
Being sorry makes me prettier
Could not blame you if you walked away
Sometimes I think I go too far
Let’s sing about the thing we chase
Becoming just the way things are
CHORUS:
Piggy in the middle
Sitting on the griddle
Says he's gonna taste so fine
Making such a meal
of everything he feels
It’s a life of killing time
Piggy in the middle
Sitting on the griddle
Eats himself alive
You’ve got to bring your kitchen knife
If this mocking bird could only sing
And sing ‘cause his head was clear
There’d be no craving of the diamond ring
No searching for the panacea
We only want to want the way things are
We want to want the thing for real
Jump into my big blue car
Place your hands on the steering wheel
CHORUS
It's a shame to fold in three
To find the thing you want to do
What you are you were and want to be
Is a myth you make believe is true
Come on, jump into my big blue car
We're safe behind these five locked doors
Though the fuel gauge reads we’ve gone too far
And we’re waiting 'til the engine stalls
CHORUS
You’ve got to bring your kitchen knife
You’ve got to bring your kitchen knife
Waaaah
Just get it
Just get it
Your kitchen knife