The man behind El Bulli was like anyone else a small breakdown had brought him recognition
The man behind El Bulli stared blankly at an eternity of quail It was now or never
It was now or never, so never again Something had snapped, now he could build it better Nothing had clicked, but he could make it better With all the good things that kept coming, not even success could stop him Whimsy rewarded by the world The destruction left behind had such a taste
His ambition was blinding to all who would witness it
And with this, he made meals for the rich and over-privileged Who cares! Who cares! An attempt to make the best times for all in his path Who cares? Who cares? He said eating was an art that was required but he meant it Who cares! Who cares! When all is right with the world, to realize it's the same as it ever was... And with this, he made meals for the rich and over-privileged Who cares! Who cares!