Hamburger Martyr

Fffffffffffffffuck you!

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, suffering 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