When You’re Going Uphill, People Start Pushing.

Buddy lost his cool in the kitchen.

Like Satan was afraid of his bitchin’.

But Devil was there in the details.

From there, old Satan, he hails

The dawgs that force us down this course.

Force us off our too high horse.

Slide us to the ground, or worse…

Dust to dust while the rest of us

Go back to our job in the kitchen.