Lyrics

[Verse 1] Up from womb to tomb, he rises grave to cradle He makes his own meats, puts food on the table It's a full-time gig eatin' sin-on-the-cob Yeah, the hours suck, but it's a job [Chorus] I say "Hey" [?] Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… [Verse 2] Concrete hog with letters "BBQ" Yeah, eatin' ain't cheatin', it'll have to do He's so slick that hе can steal the shortnin' Right out of the biscuit, not crackin' thе crust, ya'll [Chorus] I say Hey [?] Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… [Guitar solo] [Outro] Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul… Feed that ego and you starve the soul…