Text: Grandaddy. A Pretty Mess By This One Band. Taster.

Put out the word, we need a new taster
There's one King left and so much food to eat
The interception by the last one was absolute professionalism
If he's laying there saying he's sorry
Tell him it's okay, we learn this way

Taster you're the automatic Saint

Rival sabotaged a bad pot of duck stew
With just one breath left, he warned the dinner crew
Selfless line of work the word that comes to mind is selflessness
If he's laying down saying he's sorry
Tell him it's okay, we learn this way

Taster you're the automatic Saint


Taster you're the automatic Saint
Taster you're the Automatic One

Taster you're the automatic Saint
Taster you're the Automatic One

Taster you're the automatic Saint
Taster you're the Automatic One

Taster you're the automatic Saint
Taster you're the Automatic One

Taster you're the automatic Saint