Hot Lunch Lyrics & Chords By The Mother Hips

No one knows what I do in my room with my girl and she won't tell you.
Sometimes she tells me mellow lies, when her tongue is not inside my head.
I talk in terms of "he" and "she" to avoid the nerves of "me" and "we".
She talks in terms of love and of some things that I thought that I'd risen above.
And one of us here is a pervert
And one of us here is a child
And everybody can only be themselves.
I used to have dreams I made love to my cat, is it shockiing for me to tell you that?
I might tell you more buy you might walk away and I don't feel like eating alone.
Daddy, he has to work all day and mommy and baby just watch.
After all, every living creature on earth wants a hot lunch.
One of us here is a guillotine
And one of us here is your neck
And everybody can only be themsleves.