Freezer Food

[Intro]
Using medicine and using pills, we alleviate their sufferings, and their pains and their ill
Using medicine and using pills, we alleviate their sufferings, and their pains and their ill

[Verse 1]
Bobby bomb drums rumble before they dig you up
[Added jacket spangle] to the back of every city bus
Hazzard County Duke of Earl with Sterling shoes and filthy tusks
The cat of Coney Island holy diving in the Dixie cups
Slow your roll, Precious put the basket up
The little tykes are tearing out the heir apparent cash for clump
Bang the 808, Fflash the fang, and pass the blood
It ain't about you Pokey, put your left foot in and pull back and up
Follows move with urgency, the perfect end to the perfect day
Scotch tape your peepers closed, leak below don't work that way
Daily wage, market up our largest cup of bourbon straight
Salt in the wound of a vaulted doom and an altar where the murder is made
Bleeding Heart heart, but I cut the line I'm standing in
Limp foot flooring with no mind of what a standard is
Barrel roll our carpet out our largest mounted mannequin
Go for broke and the open joke and the hope of fucking Tanner twins
It happens his passion is fastened to a plastic tray
You gonna hit the ceiling from the feeling of the acetate
Door gets closed, so two roll in up on a Captain's cape
Get a new mansion to fuck you and him and I know what the exact to pay
The match that's made in hell, bellhop hat and sunken gaze
Lunch wagon bragging about his racquetball and funnel cake
Touch of class, touching slacks, tugging back his stunna shade
Bobby 505, Famous Amos, Stainless Tungsten Blades

[Chorus]
My business in this bomb start with one part iron
Two part Rocky Road with knobby nose tires
One part leaky beacon, all Paul Ryan
A half ton bomb on an all carb diet
Fires don't burn but we sure do from me to you
A little gasoline tapestry with a magic bean and the evening news
Easy chair got a week to spare, What it means to wear what the preachers do
Ice Ice Baby like the Legionnaires' and freezer food

[Post-Chorus]
No I don't think I fit in, don't belong in this place
Them loonies with them uniforms, they talk differently
It's risky sitting pious, quiet auctioned away
When the benches brawl and sentence walls have all been erased

[Verse 2]
A brand new day has been shipped in on the way down
Buck, buck, buck get my children off the playground
Hey now handkerchief, bunker calling AWACS
Unfortunate under the porch again with the Porky Pigs and stray cats
On our way, running fast, crashed into the Krispy
Kreme get the money, but somebody must have missed me
Kiss me, wish me luck, make sure my hair was tidy
When I was amiss, many judged me quick, and then changed the locks behind me
Karma at it's best while the rest of us were speaking
Locks are closed in the darkness ho and the farmer's ho is sleeping
We burgle, rang, and rung with slang that brung the planet
Took one last look to compare the book and then took that shit for granted
Hand it over slow like, let me know when fun's here
No blame will be placed, no good fun without the Frontiers
Capture flag for burning a whole platoon's cabana
Kids in charge with the KISS collage, and the pistol's Arm & Hammered
Stare into his wheat until he sneaked into the coatroom
Rummage through the pockets of the doctor's dose to Toadstool
What he saw, then he brushed them off, but he clutched his jaw and fixed it
Now he plays for keep but you can save the meek because I inherit this bitch

[Outro]
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