Becoming Potatoes

In a bullpen full of scrubs that can't be saved anymore
There's no cheap youth or tears, not even that
Can't even manage a comedy scene that's not really funny
Just mixing cold chowder, that's life

How long should we pretend not to see the fruits of the misplaced button
Yeah, there's no specification for whistling

By chance, running into a fire and throwing in firewood and oil
Life and plans all turn into potatoes
Bubbling, tomorrow foams and boils, cooked with eyes wide open
The secret to victory and success, all turning into potatoes

Let's all mess around like this, melting the future in the mud
Let's crumple up in this kind of life

There's no time left for us, it's embarrassing but there's no right
Even the boos we emit are now medals
Can't really laugh, everyone has to say that
Like a fool's one trick, just spinning around and turning into butter

At first, that wasn't the intention, believe someone or not
There's no room for reflection at all

As if knowing nothing, throwing firewood at the right moment
Life and plans all turn into potatoes
Golden brown, tomorrow fully cooked, burning so much the shape can't be seen
The secret to victory and success, all turning into potatoes

Let's all mess around like this, melting the future in the mud
In that bowl, let's pretend to be a cold rice field
Let's crumple up in this kind of life