CHOCOLATE KINGS
When I was born they come to free us
To heal our battle wounds
With photographs of big fat mama
The chocolate kings arrived
To feed us full of good intentions
And fatten us with pride
Stars and candy bars
Shirley Temple dipped her dimples
In favorite nursery rhymes
Big mama's love was pure and simple
And gentle dollar signs
Sang out lullabies
So sorry
Her superman is losing fans
And I am so sorry
So sorry
They've packed her bags
They've stacked her flags
And we are so sorry
Her supermarket kingdom is falling
Her war machines on sale
No one left to worship the heroes
Her TV gods have failed
Hope she takes a look in the mirror
While she's on her way home
Her supermarket kingdom is falling
Her war machines on sale
No one left to worship the heroes
Her TV gods have failed
So sorry
Her superman is losing fans
And I am so sorry
So sorry
They've packed her bags
They've stacked her flags
And we are sorry...
Now you and I know the big fat mama
She took us for a ride
But musclemen are out of business
The chocolate kings are dying
You don't wanna waste your life for chocolate heaven
You like to stay alive
Like to stay alive!
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