Lyrics Dear Abby - Dead Kennedys

Dear Abby - Dead Kennedys
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dear Abby, artist - Dead Kennedys. Album song Bedtime For Democracy, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 20.12.2004
Record label: Manifesto
Song language: English

Dear Abby

Dear Abbey,
Got a problem.
I’m a decent, underpaid hardworking county coroner.
It’s important that my family eat meat at least 3 times a week.
But we can’t afford to with the prices the way they are.
So I bring home choice
cuts
from my autopsy subjects.
Just mix in the Tuna Helper… and TA-DA!
The Whole family thinks my new meals are delicious.
They ask me what’s my secret.
Abby, I think they are getting suspicious.
My smart ass 8 year old keeps asking,
Where’s all the meat?
The red dye #2 kind that’s kept in the fridge
If they found out the truth I don’t think they’ll understand.
Abby, what do I tell my family?
DEAR REAGANOMICS VICTIM: Consult your clergyman.
Make sure
the body is blessed and everything should be just fine… just fine

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