Who Can Deny How Delicious It Tastes?

Never speak of my father again never speak of these plans
Never slip what was said, what’d he say?
«you'll beg to colonize the caves»
one day with a whisk of my hand, with a cut of chin with a wink of my eye
the fax machines come alive. another quick reply
Dont die on us my mad machine
Sign the contracts to fill the format to pick your font types were back to
square one again. Back to the salt mine back to the ant hills, back to the
steel mills and that’s the best we got
were going to settle this today