Chocolate Kings - P.F.M.

When I was born they came to free us

To heal our battle wounds

With photographs of big fat mama

The chocolate kings arrived

To feed us full of good intentions

And fatten us with pride

Stars and canybars

Shirly temple dipped her dimples

In favourite nurcery rhymes

Big mamas love was pure and simple

And gentle dollar signs

Sang out lullabies

So sorry

Her superman is losing fans

And I am so sorry

So sorry

They've packed her bags

They've stacked her flags

And we are so sorry

Her supermarket kingdom is falling

Her war machines on sale

No one left to worship the heroes

Her tv gods have failed

Hope she takes a look in the mirror

While she is on her way home

Her supermarket kingdom is falling

Her war machines on sale

No one left to worship the heroes

Her tv gods have failed

So sorry

Her superman is losing fans

And I am so sorry

So sorry

They've packed her bags

They've stacked her flags

And we are sorry

New you and I know big fat mama

She took us for a ride

But musclemen are out of business

The chocolate kings are dying

You don't wanna waste

Your life for chocolate heaven

You like to stay alive

Like to stay alive