I wrote a punk rock song about my lunch for tomorrow.

"This is my Sandwich"

Roast beef, provolone, and pickles.
Roast beef, provolone, and pickles.
I didn't have anything to dress.
This is my lunch and it'll have to do.
This is my lunch and what's it to you?

My sandwich for tomorrow may fill some with sorrow.
But for me it will do, and it's not for you.
Looked in the fridge, it was empty as hell.
Looked in the fridge, not even a smell.
I didn't have anything to dress...
I didn't have anything to address…
The Roast beef, provolone, and pickles.

Roast beef, provolone, and pickles.
I didn't have anything to address,
You know my sandwich is a mess.
I didn't have any mustard sauce.
I would make a big fucking mess.
I didn't have any vinaigrette.
I would make a big fucking mess.
I didn't have any mayo spread.
I would make a big fucking mess.
I didn't have any black olives.
Wouldn't make a mess, but here it is.
Roast beef, provolone, and pickles.
My fucking big, epic mess.