Текст песни Fast Food Freak - Spitfire

I come to fast food like to my home
How nice around me...
...how very pretty

Around here people
Eatin′ and spittin'
The food is fast and thoughts are sweety

And our stomachs fly open
Towards the food we hope it′s graceful

The pork the ketchup & the oats
And our happiness is tasteful

I keep enjoying myself food in my brain
I keep on eatin' I've got no pain
In quiet silence I sit for hours without fear

I found myself the right direction
And my religion is digestion
I believe in Coca-Cola
And it′s clear!

(Chorus):
I′m the king of fat
And love food to destruction
I'm always on the top
And full of best production
And there is nothing wrong
I can sit there for ages
I′m not concealing
The real nature of myself

I've got no strength to stop
I can′t get enough
Cause when I'm eatin′ I'm dumb and deaf
I'm becoming something greasy and I fell so good

Oh pretty world inside my plate
The world of "fake" that I have made
Now I′m what I eat so welcome to FAST FOOD!

(Chorus)

And there is nothing wrong
I can sit there for ages
I′m not concealing
The real nature of myself