Text: Tilt. Been Where? Did What?. Kow Tow.

Explain away the obvious in a single breath
Your eyes betray your countenance they're signaling distress
Your wagging speech is withering and clothed beyond reproach
Shaming and ambiguous the fabric of your coat
Initial observation yields a striking silhouette
A close examination shows the cut of avarice
Flimsy and inaccurate the coarseness of the weave
A blanket condemnation draped upon a heartless sleeve

I may be hungry
I may be lonely
But not for you
No I don't know your etiquette
I won't kowtow to you
I may be hungry
I may be lonely
But not for you
And even though I'm desperate
I won't kowtow to you

Your estate is brazen you are held within your will
The home that you have chosen owns a stultifying chill
Foundation is eroding and the ground is undermined
For all your underpinning you keep slipping down the side
Amazing cast of characters like busy little bees
They come to prop you back up but they know you're hard to please
How it must consume you all you must ingest
To generate the fuel to maintain your edifice

I may be hungry
I may be lonely
But not for you
No I don't know your etiquette
I won't kowtow to you
I may be hungry
I may be lonely
But not for you
And even though I'm desperate
I won't kowtow to you

I may be hungry
I may be lonely
But not for you
No I don't know your etiquette
I won't kowtow to you

I may be hungry
I may be lonely
But not for you
And even though I'm desperate
I won't kowtow
I won't kowtow to you

I may be hungry
I may be lonely
But not for you
No I don't know your etiquette
I won't kowtow to you

I may be hungry
I may be lonely
But not for you
And even though I'm desperate
I won't kowtow to you