Sad Fat Child

First one in the lunch line

last one out the door

your face is filled with choclate

all you want is more

your mother brings home fast food

every single day

Devouring your meal

bring in another tray

shoving fast food down your throat

pretty soon your gunna croak

all the kids all laugh at you

dont worry its nothing new

you cant get up off the couch

your stomach is a pouch

you think life is hard this way

make all the fat go away

SAD FAT CHILD

SAD FAT CHILD

SAD FAT CHILD

SAD FAT CHILD

now you have diabetes

you were so fucking greedy

you were so goddamn needy

you like fatty foods

your mother doesnt cry

she wont care when you die

you like food when its fried

now your gunna die

now your gunna die

your life was a lie