Al Bacio by Cara Neir Lyrics

Fucking "foodies"
Eat my food, go home, and turn into the grim reaper
Your words mean so fucking much, please tell me more
You're a blight, you're a blight on the industry
You're a blight, you're a blight on the industry
Get to work, a real job, fuck out of my industry
Get to work, a real job, fuck out of my industry
13 hour shifts almost every day for 10 years with no breaks just so
I can feed your stinkhole and you can shit all over a complete stranger
You aren't a food critic, you're a piece of shit
You don't know shit about food and that wasn't seabass you fuck
"No way this isn't frozen"
Serve him the dish
"Can I see the chef?"
Servе him the dish
"This is so umami"