Peter Brier - Stovetop Lyrics

Smoking on that old stovetop
Choking on the recipe
Feasting on the bones cause there was nothing else there left for me
Might be a little bit shortsighted
Nonetheless aware
I wanna know what's going on in there
Pissing off all the boys up in South Ontario
I forgot where the sound goes when it's got nowhere else to flow
Keeping up with the kissing bridge underneath the current boats
Milehigh was the steering wheel on the keyring was a float
Might be a little bit shortsighted
Anyways to care
Wanna fly through the salty air
Smoking on that old stovetop
Choking on the recipe
Feasting on the bones cause there was nothing else there left for me
Breathing killing time
I been coughing out my mind
Me and Mrs. Hide we been running through the night
Confiscating the whole hot pot
Chewing on the residue
Speaking with our eyes cause there was nothing else there left to do
I should be a little bit mortified but there is nothing left to scare
I wanna know what's going on in there