Man Made of Meat

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Okay, alright
Okay, alright
Okay, okay, okay (alright)

Overweight freaks ride around on wheelchairs
Motorized by electric motors made by goblins
In a factory overseas
They're there to buy drywall and other products
That they can eat back at home on the sofa
They watch TV, they watch TV about a man named Chandler Bing
Who died in a freak hot tubbing accident
And spent his time drinking hot dog flavored water
On a popular TV show called Tub Girls

I don't wanna pay for anything
Clothes and food and drugs for free
If it was 1970
I'd have a job at a factory
I am a man that's made of meat
You're on the internet looking at feet
I hate almost everything that I see
And I just wanna disappear

Okay, alright
Okay, alright
Okay, alright
M'kay

I stand outside of the McDonald's
I'm, uh, flexing my muscles 'till I explode
I hope they see me in the drive-thru lane
I, I hope they see me in the drive-thru lane
I stand outside of the LL Bean
I'm trying to get some free woman sweaters
You know what I mean?
I hope they see me in the drive-thru lane
I hope, I hope they, I hope they, I hope they

I don't wanna pay for anything
Clothes and food and drugs for free
If it was 1970
I'd have a job at a factory
I am a man that's made of meat
You're on the internet looking at feet
I hate almost everything that I see
And I just wanna disappear

I'm subscribed to your mom's OnlyFans
I spent five bucks a month to get pictures of her flappy giblets
And I spent another ten dollars a month to chat with her on the AI chat program
It feels great

I don't wanna pay for anything
Clothes and food and drugs for free
If it was 1970
I'd have a job at a factory
I am a man that's made of meat
You're on the internet looking at feet
I hate almost everything that I see
And I just wanna disappear