Hamburger Between Me and Hell

[Verse 1]
Clock on the wall hits 11:30
Line at the grill snakes out the door
Grease in the air like a wicked sermon
Temptation scribbled on the chalkboard
Special of the day
Dripping on a toasted bun
Friday in Lent
But my hunger wants to run
[Chorus]
There’s only a hamburger standing between me and Hell
One bite closer to the flames
I can almost hear them yell
Saints on my left
Fries on my right
There’s only a hamburger standing between me and Hell tonight
[Verse 2]
Group text buzzin’
“Hey man
Don’t you dare”
Mama’s little rosary hangin’ from my mirror like a stare
Priest said “fast
Son
Keep your soul clean”
But the cashier asks “double cheese?” like she’s part of my dreams
I’m clutching this tray
Like a guilty little prayer
Smell of the char
Everywhere
Everywhere
[Chorus]
There’s only a hamburger standing between me and Hell
One bite closer to the flames
I can almost hear them yell
Saints on my left
Fries on my right
There’s only a hamburger standing between me and Hell tonight
[Bridge]
What if I cave for a couple of minutes? (oh no)
Is there a trapdoor under this booth?
If I lick the ketchup off my fingers
Will Peter pull the footage as proof? (hey!)
I could walk away
Order something safe instead
But the devil wears an apron
And he’s grilling in my head
[Chorus]
There’s only a hamburger standing between me and Hell
One bite closer to the flames
I can almost hear them yell
Saints on my left
Fries on my right
There’s only a hamburger standing between me and Hell tonight
[Outro]
Yeah there’s only a hamburger
Only a hamburger
Only a hamburger
Standing between me and Hell tonight (woah)

rock, Gritty uptempo garage rock, male vocals with a sneering edge; crunchy overdriven guitars locked to a driving snare, swaggering bass, and gang-shouted hooks. Verses stay tight and dry; chorus widens with doubled vocals and a trashy room sound. Brief fuzzy lead lick between sections, big shout-along outro.