Hamburger Martyr - Killdozer

Hey!

You!

You call this a hamburger?

Well, I don’t call this a hamburger

Hell, I can make a better hamburger with my asshole

Who told you you knew how to cook, anyway?

And you call this cuppa shit coffee?

Well, I’d rather drink from the dick of a goat

Let me tell you something, my friend

In the best of all possible worlds

That is to say, in this world, as well as all other worlds

Well, people gotta die

Yeah, people gotta die

So here, let me give you a hand

Let me give you a little helpin' hand

There

Now I can have myself a decent hamburger

Well, this truly is the best of all possible worlds

And this world, the best of all worlds

Why, I’m the best of all short-order fry cooks

But I think now I finally understand what Mama meant to me

When she would say that I was one of God’s special ones

Yeah, I think I know now what Mama meant to say

When she would say that I was God’s special chosen son

For I was born to suffer for the pleasure of others

I was born to suffer 'til the others would have pleasure

I was born to suffer, I was born to suffer

I was born to suffer for your pleasure, baby

I was born, born to suffer

I was born to suffer for your pleasure

Well, suffer this

Well, suffer that

Well, suffer me!

Succotash

I was born to suffer, I was born to suffer

I was born to suffer for your pleasure

I was born, born, born to suffer

Born, born to suffer, pleasure

Fuck you