Addicted to Oats

Your stam is gone, but you're not home
Your gear is not your own
Your palms sweat, your 'toon shakes
A healing meal is what it takes

You can't sleep until you eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Some ARO is what you need!

Whoa, *you* like to think that raw rye's good enough, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you need my stuff;
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to Oats.

You wanna skim, but you can't read
You're runnin' at, a different speed
Extraction takes a long time
A handle hit, and you'll be mine

Milling's a grind!

Your time is saved
Ambrosia is all you crave
If there's some left for you to chew
You don't mind if you do

Whoa, you like to think that you can cook well enough, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to Oats

Might as well face it, you're addicted to Oats...