I can feel the grease The first floor a diner It dripped with disease Flesh into the fire The walls started melting And the furnaces started smelting Foundations started cracking And my conscience started breaking The grease, the walls The grease, the flaws The flesh, the sight Stuck in glyceride The oil in my head The oil in my bed The grease dripping down From the roof to my legs The oil in my skin His mouth open wide I can barely breathe Stuck in glyceride You can't stop it You can't stop it Ten Twenty Thirty Forty Fifty Sixty, Seventy, Eighty, Ninety The oil in my head The oil in my bed The grease dripping down from the roof to my legs The oil in my skin His mouth open wide I can barely breathe Stuck in glyceride Stuck in glyceride You can't stop it You can't stop it