[High Praise! to Oppo]

Grilled (to the tune of “Girl” by The Beatles)

Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the hate crime I devised?
It’s the kind of crime you want so much it makes you sorry
Still you don’t regret a single lie

Ah, grilled, grilled . . .

When I think of all the crimes I’ve tried so hard to leverage
So you would turn to me and start to cry
ABC promises the earth to me, and a beverage
After all this crime I don’t know why

Ah, grilled, grilled . . .

It’s the kind of crime that you put on when friends are there, you feel a fool
When you think it’s looking good, the action is then misunderstood
Uncool! Ooh-ooh! Ooh-oo! Uh-oh!

Grilled, grilled . . .

Was Jussie told when he was young that pain would lead to pleasure?
Did he understand it when they said
That a man must break ’em bad to earn his day of leisure?
Will he still believe it when he’s dead?
Ah, grilled, grilled . . .
Grilled, grilled . . .