This is a song about how slavery and loss of temper broke a friendship. A friendship, that in hindsight, was a giant waste of time anyway.
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Story behind the song
After strumming some random chords in the studio, Jerome thought of some words to put on the progression. He quickly wrote the first verse on the back of a Burger King receipt and the band worked the song out on the next session.
Lyrics
Send my regards to the kitchen
Those kids sure know how to cook
It's too late to say sorry
It's too late to fall apart
I've said far too much
Send my regards to the kitchen
Those kids damn well know how to cook
They spun around, fell in a trance
I gazed and watched the beautiful dance
Blood seeped my mouth
It's too late to say sorry
It's too late to fall apart
I've said far too much
