Shakey Graves - The Recipe

Suddenly a child in California
It's hot enough today to peel the vinyl from the sofa
Rc Cola tastes too sweet
They must have changed the recipe

Terribly teenage in the city
Death to disco, fuck the hippies
Bud Light don't taste right to me
They must have changed the recipe

Something don't taste right to me
They must have changed the recipe

Horribly half-grown in Ohio
Tryin' to learn the songs the kids know
Camels don't taste right to me
They must have changed the recipe

Something don't taste right to me
They must have changed the recipe

Something don't taste right to me
They must have changed the recipe

Finally a beggar down on King Street
Tryin' hard to tune my E string
Singin', "We're Not Gonna Take It", for a dollar in a jar
I only know the chorus, but it's gotten me this far
None of this tastes right to me
They must have changed the recipe

this life don't taste right to me
They must have changed the recipe

Written by:
Alejandro Rose-Garcia, Christopher Boosahda, Daniel Dee Snider, Jonathan Darrell Shaw, Patrick O'Connor

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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