I fight for the kitchen, so it doesn’t grow cold
I’ve been chipping away on a rocket stove, there it goes
It is the heart, oh the spice of life
If the kitchen goes, this old house will die
But not on my watch, not here today
I’m on 2018 missions, so get out of this rustics way
Who would have guessed, I could change my life
With a fork and a spoon and a good old pocket knife
It is a matter of fact and I hope to see
When dealing with quintessence, your dealing with simplicity