Burger Van Song

Here they come, stampede of egos
Wherever they go we go
A status made uncomfortable to feed
He expected muscles, I was sure that he was weak
Observing from the platform far beneath
Hello sir what can I do are you looking for a booster
Has your head deflated and you need a poor soul to butcher?
Here, take mine, I see you’re hungry
And when you’re done don’t think just dump me
Go go go and eat your fill and get out of my sight

Superbia is sacrificed, stomachs to be saved
Move out my way please
I have pride you’re mortified
Out of us who’s more polite?
I’ve worked up quite an appetite for you
Ok sir, you’re getting mad but it’s not my fault you did it
A service you don’t understand, don’t you get the fact that you did it
What is it that I should do?
Touch the floor and kiss your shoe?
They tell me it’s nothing new oh you just want a fight
If I weren’t in my uniform I’d tell you where to go
Up that hill and through that bush then maybe you would know
I’ve sat up late quite traumatised with things that you have said
So go go go and eat your fill and get out of my head

Here they come, stampede of egos
Wherever they we go
Here first, You first. Like dirt on your shoe
I’m not, just not going to play along for you
But still I apologise for the things I didn’t do
Hold your breath, hold it tight
Stare ahead, don’t rise to fight
Force a smile don’t let them know that inside you’re about to blow
If I weren’t in my uniform I’d tell you where to go
Up that hill and through that bush then maybe you would know
I’ve sat up late quite traumatised with things that you have said
So go go go and eat your fill and get out of my head