Из альбома: 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

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