Wizard Needs Food, Badly Songtext / Lyric

Wizard needs food, badly



I know that you're probably mad at me

I've come to expect that

You know that you'll never have all of me

You've come to resent that

You say "tomato", I say "video games"

You're acting so solemn

You'll take the precious remote control from me

Do I sound like Gollum?

Not that I'm escaping

You charm me like the flame does moths

It's just that you'd prefer me docile

Like a narcoleptic sloth



The wizard needs food badly

The Voltron can't be incomplete

The things I love, you hate so madly

I must not go down in defeat






In the hunter-gatherer societies

I'd bring home the bacon

Public thought says men should try and be tame

Stirred but not shaken

I say "baseball" then you start to cry

I'm sorry I grieve you

I think a motorcycle's a good way to die

This must bereave you

I know that you try so hard

And I'm not saying it's a sin

It's just that they don't feel my pain

In Vogue or Cosmopolitan



And I'm sure you have your reasons

But listen to me please...

I want the G.I. Joe with the Kung-Fu action grip

I want Nintendo with the extra-graphics-microchip

Tackle football with rocks, and sticks, and knives, and pain

I want a truck with the four wheel drive train

You'd rather see me get good at bookkeepping

I could clean house in the time that I'm not sleeping

I live to serve you, and I don't want to be rude

But you should see that the wizard needs food



Wizard is about to die