Dead Soul Man - Freak Kitchen

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…