The Grobe

Some times the ones you hold so close can make you cry

But it's a pain in the ass to let 'em go

With a battered wish you hope that the monkey wore a tie

But it's no surprise to find he don't



Put the pointed pencil in the pepper po'

And take a little sniff of things below

Bring it to a boil and simmer low

Put the noodle on the griddle as it climbs the grobe



Watch the worker shield his heart from the world outside

Didn't get a chance to let 'em know

Alsace is spinning fast and wine mixed the tide

Please don't let my brain explode