I'm continuing with the theme of comparing relationships going bad with food going bad in the refrigerator. See, years ago, a friend o' mine told me if you have milk in the refrigerator and you discover it's gone bad, it'll still be sour if you put it back and try it again later. He said it's the same with relationships - if you broke up with someone cuz things were bad and then decide to get back together with him, that badness will still be there just like the milk in the fridge.
The lyrics are:
I don't feel quite right
I lost my appetite
I don't feel too pleased
With bad, stinky cheese
Food going bad inside my
(food going bad)
You're food going bad inside my
(food going bad)
Refrigerator
Once a healthy meal
Now is hell on wheels
And it might sound mean
But you're curdled cream
You're food going bad inside my
(You think this is love)
You're food going bad inside my
(food going bad)
Refrigerator
(You are bread that's stale and you should set sail)
Refrigerator
(Down the garbage pail, hanging with junk mail)
Once a healthy meal
Now is hell on wheels
And it might sound mean
But you're curdled cream
You're food going bad inside my
(You think this is love)
You're food going bad inside my
(But you will get shoved)
Refrigerator
(Down the garbage pail with the old junk mail)
Refrigerator
(Down the garbage pail with the old junk mail)
Refrigerator
(Cuz you're bread that's stale and you should set sail)
You can go off into space
It's a cryogenic place
Where the frozen meals are had
And they never will go bad
You can go off into space
It's a cryogenic place
Where the frozen meals are had
And they never will go bad
You're food going bad inside my
Refrigerator
Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up top craps out when you try to play it on your portable electronic device:
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