If the bitter taste is what you taste   Jump into my big blue car   I’m sorry ‘bout my sorry face   Being sorry makes me prettier    Could not blame you if you walked away   Sometimes I think I go too far   Let’s sing about the thing we chase   Becoming just the way things are      CHORUS:   Piggy in the middle   Sitting on the griddle   Says he's gonna taste so fine   Making such a meal   of everything he feels   It’s a life of killing time   Piggy in the middle   Sitting on the griddle   Eats himself alive   You’ve got to bring your kitchen knife      If this mocking bird could only sing   And sing ‘cause his head was clear   There’d be no craving of the diamond ring   No searching for the panacea      We only want to want the way things are   We want to want the thing for real   Jump into my big blue car   Place your hands on the steering wheel      CHORUS      It's a shame to fold in three   To find the thing you want to do   What you are you were and want to be   Is a myth you make believe is true      Come on, jump into my big blue car   We're safe behind these five locked doors   Though the fuel gauge reads we’ve gone too far   And we’re waiting 'til the engine stalls      CHORUS      You’ve got to bring your kitchen knife   You’ve got to bring your kitchen knife   Waaaah   Just get it   Just get it   Your kitchen knife