Peanut Butter

Average man of middle age Like all the others Red shirt, red face A baby undercover Millions and millions and millions and millions and millions Millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of dollars The things you make me want to scream Like all the others Sticking to the roof of my mouth Like peanut butter You built this and whatever it is It isn't for us And it sticks to everything that you touch Like peanut butter Millions and millions and millions and millions and millions Millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of dollars We'll let you explain yourself Cause we're not buying what you have to sell We'll let you explain yourself Cause we're not buying what you have to sell We'll let you explain yourself Cause we're not buying what you have to sell