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Hamburgerphobia - King Krule
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Hamburgerphobia King Krule

Hamburgerphobia - King Krule
[Verse 1]
They called a number
'Round ten to eight
Picked up a burger
I walked away
Sat in the park
And slowly ate
I think the birds want to murder me
Unearthly cursed diseased human race
And deep beneath the burger grease
They pecked my brains
But not much is in there
But nobody’s safe
Don't think they care
About the state of your status, or
How many days on Earth you was paid
And as I lay
The mildew soaked me through the sky lettin' me know
I wasn’t the only one
Who felt this way

[Refrain]
Hamburgerphobia
Hamburgerphobia
Hamburgerphobia
Argh!
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