Al Bacio 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?"

Serve him the dish

"This is so umami"