I Need a Restaurant

Arriving on foreign soil

I see a lady with a foreign hairstyle

I bought in a perfect foil

For my protagonist…

But meanwhile she told me her name was Shaka?

And she smiled while trying not to smile

I snuck another shot of Banocka???

And now I find her in the mystery file

With all the other brain-washers (ooh)

My love on a seat of my 74′ impala, four door

My love obviously going to make you move? and holler for more

Oh-oh I need a restaurant

I need a restaurant

I need a restaurant

I need a restaurant

I’m meeting potential buyers

When stopped before I could drink my coffee

Now I’m putting out her fires

And I just can’t get her monkey off me

Time for a new set of tyres to drive me to a new city

Surround myself with new liars

And build a new monstrosity

On wish to land my helicopter (Ooh)

My love on a seat of my 74′ impala, four door

My love obviously going to make you bleed? and holler for more

Oh-oh I need a restaurant

I need a restaurant

I need a restaurant

I need a restaurant

Big, big business at the makers, make

Dirty, dirty business at the takers, take

I hate to see you die for a rookie mistake

Stuffing your face with uranium cake

You know I can’t take it when you’re running late

I’m setting you a trap but I forgot the bait

I see my fucking food but I’ve gotta wait

I see my fucking food but I’ve gotta wait

Oh no!

Oh no!

GO!