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