Buffet Songtext
von The Lapse

This country of continents
Is a culture of condiments
We make meals out of condiments
We make meals out of condiments
Our pantries are stocked with
Relishes and after-dinner mints
Our children are raised on
Mustards and party dips


We make meals out of condiments
We make meals out of condiments
We make meals out of condiments
We make meals out of condiments

I dare you
Walk away from the buffet
Content in the knowledge
That there are better deals to be found
Better food to be downed
And that nothing is wasted
And entrees left untasted