The Happy Meal(Album Version)

Why aren＇t we what they be

Where＇s our sitcom family

Where＇s the perfect boy and girl

Where＇s our happy meal

Where is our identity

Your foot is in the door

What the hell

We don＇t care

We＇re safe in our four walls

What＇s happened to our spirit

It＇s withered, sick and grey

Been scared into blind worship

Can＇t see any other way

But the problems, they keep arising

We＇re hurt, we＇re unfulfilled

＂The peasants are getting restless.＂

We＇re sick of pushing sh*t uphill

When the substance of this system wears too thin

Let＇s kick it in