Freak kitchen - Dead Soul Man lyrics

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...