Eat Quiche, Sleep, Repeat

I'm gonna hate your socks off I'll hate so hard Your eyes vibrate There's dog muck on my bare feet Each week I'm gonna eat, sleep, seethe, eat quiche, repeat I found the world's biggest love At the world's smallest meet and greet I gave a two star review of a film that I hadn't even seen I've got something on my face In the space where my mouth sleeps It doesn't speak It secretes Yeah Eamon Holmes drones on display at the regal I popped in for a pee but it was heaving with people I had to leave sharp 'cause my trousers were fecal I made up some excuse like I was parked up illegally Oh, stream it on your laptop and cast it to the big screen That's the dream If you wanna watch Shrek you've gotta watch pornography I'm gonna eat, sleep, seethe, eat quiche, repeat I'm gonna eat, sleep, seethe, eat quiche, repeat I'm gonna eat, sleep, seethe, eat quiche, repeat I'm gonna eat, sleep, seethe, eat quiche, repeat I'm gonna eat, sleep, seethe, eat quiche, repeat And repeat You just couldn't make it up Yes, you could They did I do it all the time Do all phones drain quicker at the start? Or is it just mine? Like body odor on the dance floor I bring a certain sadness to the conga line If you squint your eyes I'm not scared I just need to use the toilet all the time And trust me I've been there Best to just squint on 'til they're closed It's as good thing as any to stare at Yeah I'm gonna eat, sleep, seethe I'm gonna eat, sleep, seethe I'm gonna eat, sleep, seethe, eat quiche, repeat I'm gonna eat, sleep, seethe, eat quiche, repeat