|
|
|
| | |
Dead Kennedys - Dear Abby Lyrics |
| Submitted by: AUTO-ADD |
| Current Rating: None | Dear Abby,
Got a problem. I'm a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner. It's important that my family eat meat at least three times a week. But we just can't afford to with the prices the way they are. So I bring home some 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're 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 find 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's blessed and everything should be just fine. |
|
| | Viewed 144 times |
| Are these lyrics wrong? Correct them. |
| Click here for a FREE IPOD! |
| Back to: Dead Kennedys Lyrics |
|
| | Featured Artists:
50 Cent Lyrics, Armor For Sleep Lyrics, Boy Sets Fire Lyrics, Brand New Lyrics, Bullet For My Valentine Lyrics, Coheed And Cambria Lyrics, Eminem Lyrics, Fall Out Boy Lyrics, Finch Lyrics, From Autumn To Ashes Lyrics, Further Seems Forever Lyrics, Green Day Lyrics, Hawthorne Heights Lyrics, Midtown Lyrics, Modest Mouse Lyrics, Motion City Soundtrack Lyrics, My Chemical Romance Lyrics, RUFiO Lyrics, Something Corporate Lyrics, Staind Lyrics, Starting Line, The Lyrics, Story Of The Year Lyrics, Straylight Run Lyrics, Team Sleep Lyrics, Thrice Lyrics, Thursday Lyrics
All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
All images © their respective owners
All lyrics © Dead Kennedys unless otherwise stated
© 2003 - 2009 PeachyMonkey.com |
|
|
