I am a can of tuna, protein in a tin
I have been on this shelve since before she met him
I've heard all their arguments, and watch them making up
I feel like a family Lord knows I've seen enough
She puts her hand on me, she preys the casserole
He always helps her with a resounding no
How old is that can of tuna flipper could be in there
she could (_____________ ), but my life is spared
I seat on the lower shelf by dingy mopey stew
You won't believe the way they fight, the things they could tell you
Then one awful day the man went away
She became (unkin when I had eaten been )
She ripped me open, mixed my guts with mayonnaise
She tossed me in the garbage, I laid there in a day
Can't believe she won't recycle, where was she on earth day
I could become a frying pan, or a brand new Chevrolet
I am taken to the dump, you don't know how this feels
I'm in a plastic coffin on top of orange peels
All that time we spent together now in an angry bash
I have been reduced to a useless piece of, useless piece of, useless piece of trash
- Chenille Sisters
