The Dinner
Well, he was bragging 'bout investments
She was talking 'bout Ozempic
And the dinner had a guestlist, guess it's hell on earth
He told her she seemed unstable, she got up and left the table
Guess it's hard to find an angel when it's hell on earth
Hell on earth
Yeah
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, alright)
Sometimes it gets so hard to listen
They send food back to the kitchen
Said they wanted something different, could you get much worse?
Came to dinnеr as a favor, but it's feeling more like labor
So, I told 'em, "See ya latеr," gave 'em hell on earth
Well, I tried my best tonight
Don't know what for
I click my heels three times, oh
We're not in Kansas anymore
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
It's the way they never struggled, bills have always gotten paid
Pockets never been in trouble, unemployed and unashamed
I'm the child of my mother, New England-born and raised
Where the common sense is common as a nose job in LA
Well, I tried my best to find
What I came here for
I passed the welcome sign
As I'm walking out the door
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
I know it's time to go when there's cocaine on the nose
And they start asking, "Who you know at the table?"
Grab my coat, skip the goodbye, hit the road
Swear they wouldn't even noticed if I never even showed
So, take me home
Take me home, hey
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
She was talking 'bout Ozempic
And the dinner had a guestlist, guess it's hell on earth
He told her she seemed unstable, she got up and left the table
Guess it's hard to find an angel when it's hell on earth
Hell on earth
Yeah
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, alright)
Sometimes it gets so hard to listen
They send food back to the kitchen
Said they wanted something different, could you get much worse?
Came to dinnеr as a favor, but it's feeling more like labor
So, I told 'em, "See ya latеr," gave 'em hell on earth
Well, I tried my best tonight
Don't know what for
I click my heels three times, oh
We're not in Kansas anymore
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
It's the way they never struggled, bills have always gotten paid
Pockets never been in trouble, unemployed and unashamed
I'm the child of my mother, New England-born and raised
Where the common sense is common as a nose job in LA
Well, I tried my best to find
What I came here for
I passed the welcome sign
As I'm walking out the door
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
I know it's time to go when there's cocaine on the nose
And they start asking, "Who you know at the table?"
Grab my coat, skip the goodbye, hit the road
Swear they wouldn't even noticed if I never even showed
So, take me home
Take me home, hey
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
Credits
Writer(s): Tucker Harrington Pillsbury, Ryan Linvill, Noah Patrick Conrad, Nicholas Carpenter, Gabriel Goodman
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