Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 74 · middle
Refund Your Meal
VOLUME III — being SICK, the small-hours reckoning at the porcelain. The idiom and the song's title hook: "Refund Your Meal". Its true history: US, contemporary — getting your money back by expelling the food; bone-dry deadpan. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.
Lyrics
[Intro] Customer service is closed for the evening. But the returns department is wide open. [Verse 1] You paid a premium at half past two For a neon drink and a heavy plate It was a high-yield asset you thought you knew But the internal ledger says you bought too late. The digestive tract is a modern consumer Lacking a basic sense of humor. [Chorus] So go ahead and refund your meal Cancel the contract, void the deal March right up to the porcelain desk And clear out the evening's sudden grotesque. It's an American right, a transactional steal Darling, just refund your meal. [Verse 2] The policy states in the fine print below If the room starts to spin, the inventory goes. You're kneeling down with a grievance to state A frustrated buyer who stayed out too late. No manager needed, no barcode to scan Just an absolute reversal of the master plan. [Bridge] In the contemporary United States We don't say we're ill when the body dictates. We apply the logic of retail exchange To a physical act that is perfectly strange. Get your money back, or at least the illusion. A fiscal fix for a liquid confusion. [Chorus] So go ahead and refund your meal Cancel the contract, void the deal March right up to the porcelain desk And clear out the evening's sudden grotesque. It's an American right, a transactional steal Darling, just refund your meal. [Outro] Your account has been credited. A zero balance on the night. Thank you for shopping with Sisukiro. Please take your... wait, I lost the slip.