Stuck A.K.A The Cult Song (Feat. Gabrielle Filloux)

Is this family
All these people at the table
Who are arguing about nothing
And slightly pissed off, I just scoff
Who would want that
I would
I know, right?
They all come
All these kids with their parents
Parents hangry and angry
Their kids weren't ready to go
I don't know
Who would want that
I would
It's a diner full of people
Kids with their parents
Who drove all this way
And booked a crappy hotel room
For $300 a day
They might be overbearing
But always come through
Cause that's what parents are supposed to do
But mine never come through
Mine either
You too
Me too
Me too
Cause my mom is a drunk
My mom is in a cult
My dad is dead
My dad is in a cult
My grandma never visits
My grandma's in a cult
Now we're stuck at the Sunday brunch
My house is a mess
My house was bought by the cult
My car broke down
My car was sold by the cult
My stuff is all in storage
My stuff belongs to my cult
Now we're stuck at this Sunday brunch
All morning I've been helping my bro
Not really wanting to help him out though
Cause if I'm speaking honestly
I always wanted him to end up with me
All morning I've been watching folks make a stink
Over what they want to eat and drink
And I can't help but think they wouldn't last a day in my cult
My dog has fleas
My dog was killed by the cult
My cat ran away
My cat was worshipped by the cult
My goldfish is depressed
And so am I
Cause I'm part of a cult
Now we're stuck at this Sunday brunch
My school burned down
There's no schools in my cult
My favorite bar got raided
Wish they raided my cult
I was raised in New Jersey
So was I, but in a cult
Now we're stuck at this Sunday brunch
Ooh yeah
So life sucks
Life's shit
And then you fucking die
No one's coming
To wipe your tears when you cry
And if God exists
Then He forgot to care
My cult says God is a Three-Headed Bear
Life bites
It isn't fair
Not for me, not for us
I can't just sit here and sympathize
While I can't afford a burger with fries
I'm sick of working hard all day
Bringing them their breakfast flambé
Just think about the lives we'd have ahead
If we were being spoiled instead
But my rent is being raised
And I was raised
By a cult
I wish I was smart
I'm the smartest in my cult
I wish I had more friends
I need more friends outside my cult
I wish I had more money
My money's taken by my cult
Now we're stuck at this Sunday brunch
- What if I never marry? - Did I mention that I'm married
- Will I ever have kids? - To the leader of my cult?
- Will I ever be happy? - It is not a happy marriage
Still we're stuck at this Sunday brunch
- My neighbor is an asshole - My neighbor is a member of a cult
- He's too loud - It's a different cult, it's not my cult
- I really wanna punch him! - He tried to recruit me
But I can't leave my cult
So I'm stuck at this Sunday brunch
- Have you heard about the war - My cult is at war
- In Ukraine? - With my neighbor's cult
- And it really sucks - And many people have died
- Cause my grandma's in Ukraine - For the Three-Headed Bear
- And that's why she never visits
But we're stuck at this Sunday brunch
- I wanna leave my cult - I wanna join a cult
- And start my own cult - Can I join your cult?
But first I have to kill my husband
Alright, I'm back from the bathroom
Did I miss anything?