Fuck 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 cup of shit coffee
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 helping hand
(random splattering)
There

Now I can have myself a decent hamburger
For this truly is the best of all possible worlds
And in this world
The best of all worlds
Why I'm the best of all short-order fry cooks

For 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 so that 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


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Hamburger Martyr song meanings
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