Elod’s Heavy Step

(yeah) (yo Elod) (listen up) Big boy Elod walking down the block

Flat feet heavy, hear the sidewalk pop

Straight from Budapest, plate piled high

Pop another pill looking at the sky

Big boy Elod never wants to stop

Too many calories, ready to drop

(yeah,

watch him go)

Wakes up late and he heads to the kitchen

Bacon in the pan,

oil starts hissing

Ten thousand calories before midday

Sausage and bread,

eat the pain away His arches touch the ground,

flat feet drag Pills in his pocket in a little plastic bag

Hungarian boy with a giant appetite

Chasing that high till the middle of the night

Big boy Elod walking down the block

Flat feet heavy, hear the sidewalk pop

Straight from Budapest, plate piled high

Pop another pill looking at the sky

Big boy Elod never wants to stop

Too many calories, ready to drop

(oh yeah,

drop)

Shoes worn down on the inside sole

Doctor said slow down,

he lost control

Craving that sugar, craving that smoke

Eating sweet rolls till he starts to choke

He loves that rush when the white powder hits

Sitting on the couch where he barely fits From the Danube river

to the corner store

He spends every coin just to get some more

Flat on the pavement,

step by step No energy left,

no sweat, no rep

Just another bite, just one more dose (he's living on the edge,

too close)

Big boy Elod walking down the block

Flat feet heavy, hear the sidewalk pop

Straight from Budapest, plate piled high

Pop another pill looking at the sky

Big boy Elod never wants to stop

Too many calories, ready to drop (ready to drop!) Flat feet walking

home...

Put the fork down,

Elod. (too many calories) (yeah...)