Vegemite (The Black Death) (Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under '2011)
You tell me that you love me when I'm lying by your side You tell me that I am the only one who understands your troubled mind That I'm blind to any evil you could do And that I love you more any other girl could ever do
You love the things that I love: you love art and you love books And you love love as much as I do and you love my dirty looks And you love me right now So, how can you love
Vegemite, it tastes like sadness It tastes like batteries. It tastes like acid I cannot hold a man so close who spreads this cancer on his toast It is the Vegemite, my darling, or it's me
You have to make the fucking choice I cannot sit with you at breakfast The very smell of it obliterates my senses And if that weren't bad enough you also eat the shit for lunch Which means we can't spend any time together What kind of relationship is that
The choice is yours, my heart is in your hands Please wash your hands You just had Vegemite for lunch you selfish bastard
It's all about you, isn't it?! It's just take, take, take, take!! What about me, what about my feelings?! I'm sorry
"I had this really traumatic and awful experience when I was six years old And our British next door neighbour who was babysitting us, um, they had marmite Which is just like Vegemite, except it's, like, even grosser And he made me eat an entire spoonful of it, but he told me it was chocolate fudge And then I threw up, and it was really awful, and I'm sorry I get so emotional, it's just..."
I love you, and no matter what you eat I'll always love you completely I might just always leave the room at meal times Or refuse to kiss or touch you for a week If you insist on putting that foul death paste in your mouth
You're in my heart, but put yourself inside my shoes I have to know, it shouldn't be too hard to choose I know it's tearing you apart, but it's the way it has to be It is the Vegemite, my darling It is the Vegemite, my darling Put down the Vegemite, you fucker, or I'll leave