Honor Lyrics

I roll up to the window to order the one thing that I need

After such a long day, that's right, it's a cone of vanilla ice cream

But I'm met with the worst words, they're so bad I can hardly speak

They hurt me to the core, and they're the words I repeat

Our ice cream machine is out of order

These words induce a primal sense of horror

Their ice cream machine is out of order

I think they should erect a statue in the poor machine's honor

It's overworked and underpaid

It doesn't even get a lick of any of the cones it makes

And yet, you wonder why it won't work

Put yourself in its shoes, you jerk

All I wanted was some ice cream

Now it's become a crime scene

Get it back in working order, please

So I can forget the machine's memories

Our ice cream machine is out of order

These words induce a primal sense of horror

Their ice cream machine is out of order

I think they should erect a statue in the poor machine's honor

Our ice cream machine is out of order

These words induce a primal sense of horror

Their ice cream machine is out of order

I think they should erect a statue in the poor machine's honor

Honor

Poor machine's honor

Honor, poor machine's honor

Honor, poor machine's honor