Lyrics

[Verse 1] Don't have to tell me that life ain't fair I lost twelve of my very best men in there Well hold on, hold on to your curse This story is depressing and it's gonna get worse I gotta know what the man on the street thinks I wanna drink what the man on the beach drinks Need a security perimeter with Venetian blinds And an emergency meeting of the meeting of the minds [Chorus] Can't see the forest through the trees I make my living in American cheese Bringing everybody to their knees So have another slice of American Cheese But I know it'd be better With Gouda or Cheddar [Verse 2] Now there's fifty dead actresses lying in your wake So have another piece of chicken, have a piece of steak Well be nice, lover be nice to me Cause there's an evil army coming that we just can't see I gotta feel everything I can't feel I gotta steal when I went with the meal deal I gotta bless their heart and forgive their sins And pass on my curse to their next of kin [Chorus] Can't see the forest through the trees I make my living in American cheese Bringing everybody to their knees So have another slice of American Cheese I'm not an I-talian fella But I like Mozzarella This conversation is just a time killer, time filler Taking its toll upon my heart (Taking its toll upon my heart) This corporation is just a feed filler, seed spiller Hell bent on tearing us apart (Hell bent on tearing us apart) The Pop King of the nation Died from pain killers long after Thriller They sell his music at K-Mart (They sell his music at K-Mart) Going station to station, looking for Ben Stiller Getting Phyllis Dillered Now too let's go back to the start (Now too let's go back to the start)