Spuds of Rage

[Verse] Damn those starchy lumps In the pantry mocking me Eyes sprouting like they see My loathing never free [Verse 2] Every meal a battlefield Mashed or baked they reel Golden fries? Makes me ill Hash browns can go to hell [Chorus] Potatoes get out get out Banished from my sight Potatoes scream shout Won't win this fight [Verse 3] Oven blazes in the night Roasting spuds with spite Boiling in agony bright Ruined dinner every bite [Chorus] Potatoes get out get out Banished from my sight Potatoes scream shout Won't win this fight [Bridge] Farmers in the fields Planting bitter seeds Cursing my very dreams My taste buds bursting seams