Testo These Burgers The Moldy Peaches
When the worldâs 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 donât want a bite of yours!
These burgers are crazy.
These burgers are crazy.
These burgers are crazy.
These burgers are crazy.
They donât like you never will
Slip you the happy pill
Assimilation so they think
Send you to the naughty shrink
You just tell âem lies lies
Paranoia bugs and flies
You donât like them never did
You donât like them never did
These burgers are crazy.
These burgers are crazy.
These burgers are crazy.
These burgers are crazy.