Buffet Songtext
von The Lapse

This country of continents
Is a culture of condiments
We make meals out of condiments
We make meals out of condiments

Our pantries are stocked with
Relishes and after dinner mints
Our children are raised on
Mustards and party dips


We make meals out of condiments
We make meals out of condiments
We make meals out of condiments
We make meals out of condiments

I dare you;
Walk away from the buffet
Content in the knowledge
That there are better deals to be found,
Better food to be downed,
And that nothing is wasted
In entrees left untasted