Beneath The Glad Sunbeam Lyrics & Chords By Mimas

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!