Letras
By far worse is the Hamburger Lady
We must heal them for the qualified technicians
Worse
Alternating nights are automatic
She's lying there
Hamburger Lady
Hamburger Lady
She's dying, she is burned from the waist up
On her arm
Her ear is burned
Her eyelashes are burned
She can't hold things up
And even the medical advances
There's no end in sight
For Hamburger Lady
When somebody tells you that there is a level of pain beyond which the human mind
Beyond which is the level of pain of the lady on the potty chair
Leave her
She's burned from the waist down
That's what keeps her alive; the tubes
Hamburger Lady
Hamburger Lady
She's okay, if you change the tubes
Tubes in her legs, the tubes in her arms
She's okay
Then they came out and saw one of the burned men
He was eating a can of chili-mac
And he flashed on the carpet, flashed on the floor
The Hamburger Lady
Because of the burns she needs relief from the medication
The qualified technicians
Hamburger Lady
Hamburger Lady