In the pan parts of a man
all cut up, gettin' all cooked up
over a fire that never tires
A life of toil for the oil
with blood and sweat brought to boil
relentless ain't this fuckin' hell?
In the pan a face of a man
intensely hurtin', intensely blurtin'
"ain't it done, ain't I done?"
but the fryer's a liar and heats up higher