{And during the few moments that we have left
We want to eat right down to earth
In a language that everybody here can eat and still withstand}

Look in my eyes
What do you see?
glucoma, diabetes

I know your hunger, your stomachs dreams
you'll eat everything that you can see
Oh, glucoma diabetes

Like ravioli and sliced cheese
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cheese fries, an apple pie
When my stomach speaks, the rumble never lies
You don't have to follow me
Only you can set me free

I sell the things you need to eat
I'm the cheeseburger on your TV
Oh, glucoma diabetes