Album: The Worries
This man
He opened a fast-food resturant
At first he smiled, but then he got tired
Close down the shop
Fired all his staff
People got sick
Eating all that fat
La la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la
His hands smelled of meat and monotonous work
His son suffered from Downs syndrom, but not as much as he
One day he made it to the headlines, Horray, Horray!
His son found him lying still, eyes closed, smell, horrid, horrid