Lyrics Dead Soul Man - Freak Kitchen

Dead Soul Man

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…