Mimas Beneath The Glad Sunbeam
This man, he opened a fast-food restaurant
At first he smiled, but then he got tired
Closed down the shop, fired all the staff
People got sick eating all that fat
La da da, la da da da da...
His hands smelled of meat and monotonous work
His son suffered from Downs-syndrome, but not as much as he
One day he made it to the headlines, horray! Horray!
His son found him lying still. Eyes closed, smell; horrid! Horrid!
