A funny feeling in your guts
You wonder if it's true or if you are just going nuts

Bright white palace's your next stop
The dinner that you made turned out to be a dismal flop

Chorus:
So paint a pretty picture
From your ceramic throne
You wish you had a stricture
As you sit there in pain and groan

Lay off the chili for a while
The agony that follows doesn't seem to be worthwhile

Another dose is on it's way
You fear that this could be your personal judgement day

repeat chorus