Letra de Burger Christ

Hey tired on the street
With your head hangin' down
Staying quiet on the corner
Of your dirty little town
Thinks there is somethin’
That we oughta talk about
What's the matter with the cars that are crammed on
The interstate now
Crowdin' around faith in the center of town
Around a Burger King monolith
On the tip of the iceberg
Heat of debate
Says you better quit your grovelin’
The 51st state
Doesn't think there is anything
That we oughta talk about
What's the matter with the face of the crowd
Cryin' out loud
Can't stop their chatterin', illusion shattered
And I'm pickin' up the pieces
And on the screen of my TV
Somethin’s tellin’ me
It don't ever come clean
Now here’s a story of a guy
That was carryin' a stick that poked out his eye
Here's a little somethin'
That we oughta talk about
What’s the matter with the public eye
That's you and I
Sticks start a pokin' And the dirt's in your eye
I can see you been rubbin' it
And on the screen of my TV
Somethin's tellin' me
It won't ever come clean