Dead Soul Man — текст песни (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...