The Story Of My Life — текст песни (millencolin)

The story of my life, well let`s just say it`s a fork and a knife
there is one thing on my mind, one thing all the time, I got
to fill my mouth
got no favorite meal, I say every meal is clean if it fills me up for real
my belly`s big and it`s just a start, my appetite is my heart
and when I had enough I just through up and laugh.

This time, it`s not a cow, it`s kind of personal, can`t explain to you why
this time, it`s not a cow, so Mr. PC are you ready to bow.

Breakfast in bed, the bed`s in the kitchen so it`s easy to be fed
and when I`m fed, yes, when I`m fed, I go right back to bed
food and sleepwatch, the thing should keep me from having too much
sometimes it feels that I could kill for desert.

The story of my life, a big fork and the sharpest knife
I guess this solid bridge leads me on to the nearest fridge
not a pig, sheep, chicken, moose, duck, snake, horse or a frog.