Verse I

You're so stale, you make me sick

The edges crusted hard and thick

If you take a bite it taste Like shit

I'd spit it out and burry it

Pre Chorus

You think you have it figured out

but you don't know what its all about

Chorus

It's not hot, it's not cold

it just so Ficken old

It has a smell of tainted tart

it blackens up your twisted heart

Verse II

In your soul the shadows dance,

A rich facade, a false expanse.

You look real nice, layers finely laid,

Yet beneath the icing, a soul betrayed.

Pre Chorus

You look so nice, on that pretty plate

but inside you are a big disgrace

Chorus

It's not hot, It's not cold

but it's a life you can't behold

You can try to walk the center line

but it's hopeless so don't even try

It not hot, it's not cold

your just so fieaken' old

so while you scratch your crusty head,

just remember you're already dead

Outro

Like Fruitcake (oh, oh oh oh)

Like fruitcake (oh, oh oh yeah)

You think you have it figured out

but i know what you're all about