Thank You, For The Octopus ​six impala

[Verse 1]
6,000 year aftertaste
Send the confectioner
Cure me and preserve me
Measure my temperature
6,000 foot drop
At the back of the throat
And if you won't incorporate me
Watch out for the bones

[Chorus]
Thank you very much
(Thank you very much)
Thank... you very much
(Th... y... very much)

[Verse 2]
No warmth
For a century
Taste of
A part of me
No flavor
Familiar
Now it's fat preserved
Sugared glaze