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Dead And Breakfast

The Hellfreaks

Watch out of Hungary's biowaste
Maybe it’s hiding a human brain
Oh a boy might have said something wrong
I wonder how hard it had to be
To chop up your boy as drunk as she
Just a bin responsable for all her sins

When the curtain rise, we all clap our hands
Fot the blood, for the hate, for disease
With no edge of wrong
We just moving on and on

Dead and Breakfast
Just for you

Ready for our delicious stew?
Our special chef could make one for you
No big deal he just needs a knife to peel
I wonder how hard had to be this job
To cram your girl in this little pot
What a grime for such a sick delicate time