Grandaddy - Taster lyrics

Put out the word we need a new taster

there's one king left and so much food to eat

the interception by the last one was absolute professionalism

If he's laying there saying he's sorry

tell him it's okay we learn this way

taster you're the automatic saint

taster you're the automatic one

Rival sabotage a bad pot of duck stew

with just one breath left he warned the dinner crew

selfless line of work the word that comes

to mind with me is selflessness

If he's laying down saying he's sorry

tell him it's okay we learn this way

taster you're the automatic saint

taster you're the automatic one