Dead Soul Man Lyrics - Dead Soul Men - 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...