Moldy Sacri

Look at your sandwich
Look at your turkey
Look at all the things that are not right

There's a problem
When the food gets old
You are not sold anymore
Now you throw it on out the door

The old food's gotten moldy
The old food's gotten moldy
Can somebody please hold me?
The old food's gotten moldy

'Cause the sad, sad truth is that life is ruthless
When you grow up, your whole life is fruitless

Now look in the mirror and see yourself
Your skin is green and fuzzy now
You thought you would make it in the mouth
But as the expiration date goes south

You start to get stale
You start to derail

The old food's gottеn moldy
The old food's gotten moldy
Can somebody plеase hold me?
The old food's gotten moldy