Moldy Peaches, The - These Burgers lyrics

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When the world’s got you down

Rainy Sundays, sunny town

Tropicana, canned food

Botulism, damaged goods.

See the hipsters in the park

Hair so styled, clothes so dark

Prefab molded hamburgers,

I don’t want a bite of yours!

These burgers are crazy.

These burgers are crazy.

These burgers are crazy.

These burgers are crazy.

They don’t like you never will

Slip you the happy pill

Assimilation so they think

Send you to the naughty shrink

You just tell ‘em lies lies

Paranoia bugs and flies

You don’t like them never did

You don’t like them never did

These burgers are crazy.

These burgers are crazy.

These burgers are crazy.

These burgers are crazy.