This is the story about
How I lost my bakery and my goddamn wife
Shit
Don't make me tell it twice
Walking around like I was gonna
Take out a loan or something
I fucking forget, does it matter
Picture this
The loveliest shop chock-full
Of all the trappings
Of pots, pans, whisks
Leavening agents galore
The whole culinary shebang
And fuckers out here slummin' and slurrin' at me
Like they think they can talk
Cuz I bake
Well, fuck you
I lost everything
Step right up, Step right up
For the first time on the Pittsburgh stage only
Like a spectacle no one's ever seen before
Watch a plane in a streak of flames massacre This poor fellow's livelihood
And here he is in the front row
The man of the hour
The guest of honor if you will
Everyone give him a warm welcome
And round of applause
Crepitations of fire
Like demolition burning desire
He retired to his home
To find there was nothing there
Nothing but some carbon steel cookware
And a sitting pretty armchair
He stared at the blaze until it expired like
"Never forget" and a funeral pyre
It should have been me
When from the sky flight 93
Raining down like hellfire
On God fearing backs and flog marks
Raining down like hellfire, hellfire, hellfire
Raining down like hellfire
Water board me with Satan's tears
Raining down, Raining down
Well, Fate's a whore for Ketuvim
Well, Job has nothing on me
Rounded the bend to see what was up
With the smoke rising
In the middle of the field
With grey streaks
Lashing the heavens of teal
With my life's work combusted in
The crucible of so-called providence
When God goes berserk
When he upends your sitch
When he kills your fucking family
What's that
My daughter was so young
What's that!? I can't hear you from up here
It should have been me
Hehe. What's that
It should have been me
Oh well I can't hear ya, but that's alright!
Well in summary
You say it's bad bud, but you're down there and up here we like it
So don't be coming at me
Cuz your life sucks
Don't be coming at me cuz
Your wife's dead and you wanna fuck
Sounds like we hit the bonanza here folks
Reminds me of a few years back when
The groundhog fucking died
Ha!
It reminds me of that
Charlotte's dead just like your family
Dead
Don't be coming at me bruh
Don't be coming at me cuz
We know you're a little bitch
We know you're a little fucking bitch
Don't be, Don't be
This is the story about
How he lost his bakery and his goddamn wife
He lost his house, he lost his bedspread
A louse of a wife, his bread
His lovely daughter
And if he thought of spending
His money smarter
He might have a little left
Hopelessly bereft from this providential theft
He lost everything
It should have been me
When from the sky flight 93
Raining down like hellfire
On God fearing backs and flog marks
Raining down like hellfire, hellfire, hellfire
Raining down like hellfire
Water board me with Satan's tears
Raining down, Raining down
Well, Fate's a whore for Ketuvim
Well, Job has nothing, Job has nothing on me