Happy Meal lyrics

Polished trophy, pretty whore

Leave the house to feel adored

Evil eaves so soft and sweet

So why'd you let them pass you around like meat?

You're not even breast

You're not even steak

You're a Happy Meal

Just lay there on a plate

You're available at any hour

They just drive-through

Take your power-uh-uh-er!

Pow-ow-ow-ower!

You better watch out

I think your meat is starting to turn

Sour!

Groupie, they all lovingly

Fear the things you could achieve

If you thought better of yourself;

But you prefer to fuck up your mental health

You grew up hungry

Hunger pangs for company

You coulda sucked dry all the seas

But nothing seemed to put you at ease

They say

You always sing in a minor key

Only about things that concern me

I'm happy day-to-day

But this hunger, it never goes away

I grew up hungry

Hunger pangs for company

I could've sucked dry all the seas

But nothing seemed to put me at ease

Like chocolate, sex, cigarettes, and love

No none of these things seem enough

For girls like her

And guys like me

Depleted in com-company

Depleted company

Depleted company

No I don't wanna be saved

I'm not askin' for that

I prefer to be brave

And fill myself up with things

That I know will just fuck with my head

With things that I know

Will just fuck up my head

Well at least I helped one girl

Crawl out of stranger's beds

And you

I doubt you ever bothered to see

What's going on in her head

Well it's easy to judge

And it's easy to say what you said

No, it's easy, so easy to say

Say what you said