Текст песни Freezer Food - Rob Sonic
(Using
medicine
and
using
skills,
We
alleviate
their
sufferings,
and
their
pains
and
their
ill)
Bobby
bomb
drums
Rumble
before
they
dig
you
up
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
cup
Slow
your
roll
Precious
put
the
basket
up
The
little
tykes
are
tearing
out
The
heir
apparent
cash
for
Bang
the
808
Flash
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
pieces
closed
Leak
below,
don't
work
that
way
Daily
wage,
market
up
Our
largest
cup
of
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
Foot
flooring
With
no
mind
of
what
a
standard
is
Barrel
roll
our
carpet
out
Go
for
broke
and
the
open
joke
And
the
hope
of
fucking
Tanner
twins
It
happens
his
passion
Is
fastened
to
a
plastic
tray
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
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
No
I
don't
think
I
fit
And
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
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/C.R.E.A.M
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
And
the
farmer's
ho
is
sleeping
We
burgle,
rang,
and
rung
Took
one
last
look
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
(Please)
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