Songtext von Jelly Mold Of Doom

With hair pulled out in frustration And fingernails chewed off in worry With the scabs off the wounds that festered While you wouldn't admit that they were there With the bile from your heart Blood from your eye You filled the jelly mold of doom I smiled blank when you brought it in the room With razor bladed apples Grown from seeds of discontent With chips off shoulders and tips of tongues Off the top of your head, from the pit of your stomach With the stuff you got off your chest When you spilled out your guts You filled the jelly mold of doom Under ominous waxed paper it sits out in my room I guess I should it with the curried favor We're having for dinner again Make sure you save some room The fruits of your labor and humble pie for desert Bitter sour grapes of wrath A piece of your mind, a taste of your own medicine Not a bowl of cherries, a different can of worms A whole other kettle of fish Put a lid on it, would you?