When the world's got you down,
Rainy Sundays, sunny town,
Tropicana, canned food,
Botulism, damaged goods.
See the hipsters in the park,
Their hairs are styled, their clothes are dark.
Prefab molded hamburgers,
I don't want a b*** 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,
They slip you the happy pill,
a**imilation, so they think,
Send you to the naughty shrink.
You just tell them 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.
Rainy Sundays, sunny town,
Tropicana, canned food,
Botulism, damaged goods.
See the hipsters in the park,
Their hairs are styled, their clothes are dark.
Prefab molded hamburgers,
I don't want a b*** 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,
They slip you the happy pill,
a**imilation, so they think,
Send you to the naughty shrink.
You just tell them 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.