[instrumental intro]

Don't like liver
that stuff tastes like poo
It stinks and it's awful
Makes me want to puke

Tastes like leather
I'd rather eat Spam
I gag when I chew it
it smells like toe-jam

Vile morsels
stare at me from my plate
I will toss this
if Mom looks away

(Instrumental break]

Sat down for supper
then looked at my plate
gross liver; all dried-up
like a hair-clogged sink drain
"I will not eat this
I won't eat a bite
it smells like cat-litter"
I heard Mom's teeth grind

Smile; I forced quick
as Mom glared my way
"Child, I will force you
to eat what's on your plate"

[instrumental break]

[spoken to instrumental part]

{I hate this stuff}
{liver is just so gross}
{It's the most disgusting thing}
{that I've ever been asked to eat}
{Phew!}

Why does Mom feed us
this crap I dislike
I won't eat liver
'cause it just is so vile
One taste; I'm chokin'
I spit to the side
"Son, eat your dinner
or you won't eat tonight"

"Don't force this"
I heard my Father say
"No, Hon, don't insist
it would be a mistake"

[instrumental break]

[spoken to instrumental part]

{Oh, I see a divorce in the cards, for sure}
{this is just the start of the problems they're gonna have}
{'Cause they can't agree on how to raise me}
{Let's see - I think I would rather live with my Dad}
{Because...}

Divorce, yes
didn't seem far away
child; remorseless
he ran out to play

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