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