Monday breakfast
Season is turning
Nothing to eat in sight
A victim of this
Modern welfare
A sign of the time

Move this heavy
Body prison
A hell for the oversized

People smile
Point their fingers
As he moves to the old café


There on the screen they die
Millions or more like flies

There in a foreign land
They starve in the heat and sand

The news
Becomes
Muzak

Monday breakfast
At the café
Voices are whispering

They say that you are
What you eat
Therefore he is a freak

From this body
Heavy prison
The jailbreak must come

With his eyes
At the tv
Showing the morning news

There on the screen they die
Millions or more like flies

There in a foreign land
They starve in the mud and sand