These Burgers - The Moldy Peaches

When the world’s got you down

Rainy Sundays, sunny town

Tropicana, canned foods

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

They slip you the happy pill

Assimilation, so they think

Send you to the naughty shrink

You just tell him 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