It's just the exasperation of the game
And the retarded rules we run by
Where expertise is proclaimed
Yet they missed the friggin bulls-eye
It's here it's there and a very common thing
Where the experts are just fuck-ups
And now we pay with misery
Fools with the tools
Who don't know a god damned thing
Making decisions for everyone
And the failures that they bring
The brother knows the chicken chose
But not how small that it could be
He never read the description
Just the word antibiotic free
Another waste that left a foul taste
In the life of the family