Story Behind the Song
A coworker of my dad's (Bryan) gave us a pie.
It was a good pie.
We wrote this song to thank her; it was also the first song I ever wrote. This is a remake of the original(which is also on the c.d.)
Lyrics
The flesh of dying apples cooked as if in Satan's hell
I found that with a glass of milk went down my throat quite well
One day a warden's going to grant one meal before I die
With visions of you in my brain, I'm going to ask for pie
(With visions of you as I die, still drooling on your pie)
Thanks for the pie!
(Thanks for the pie!)
Thanks for the pie!
(Thanks for the pie!)
EAT THE PIE!
EAT THE PIE!
You ripped the skins off scores of baby apples for my meal
Although they're plants, not animals, their pain is just as real
You mutilated, cut and tore to fill my darkest needs
Then in your garden late at night you howled and spread my seeds
(I'll howl outside your window, babe, until you fill my needs)
Thanks for the pie!
(Thanks for the pie!)
Thanks for the pie!
(Thanks for the pie!)
EAT THE PIE!
EAT THE PIE!
When Adam got that fruit from Eve, you know he gave it back
And said those famous lines that still send shivers down my back-
"Right now I'm still immortal, but you know I'd gladly die
If you would find an oven and convert that into pie"
("I'd gladly leave this Eden here, if I could eat your pie")
Thanks for the pie!
(Thanks for the pie!)
Thanks for the pie!
(Thanks for the pie!)
EAT THE PIE!
EAT THE PIE!
EAT THE PIE!
EAT THE PIE!
(eat the pie)
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