Tytuł: Dead soul man

• Wykonawca: Freak Kitchen
• Wyświetleń: 236

  
   You're real efficient
  You work 15 hours a day
  Your basic food is beta-blockers
  The 21:st century way
  You log in everyday
  To your favorite gang bang site
  Still you can't get it up
  In the "heat of the night"
  
  You're talking all the time, but say nothing at all
  Incest and rape-jokes is your way to have a ball
  
  You think Treblinka
  Is a new Playstation game
  You own a golden fountain-pen
  But you can't spell your name
  
  Take me away, take me far, far away
  'Cos I need to get rid of the Dead Soul Man
  I try and I try but I don't have the strength
  Won't you take me away from the Dead Soul Man
  
  I am the dead soul man and so, my friend, are you
  Frustrated sons of bitches
  All dressed up without a clue
  
  It's not a pretty sight to see your intellect erode
  Think for yourself before your brain implode
  
  Take me away, take me far, far away
  'Cos I need to get rid of the Dead Soul Man
  I try and I try but I don't have the strength
  Won't you take me away from the Dead Soul Man
  
  What happened to your son?
  What went wrong, yuppie mama?
  What are we gonna do?
  With all the dead soul men...