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Dead Kennedys

pochette album Dear abby
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Date de parution : 21/12/2004

Durée : 0:01:09

Style : Rock



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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

Dear abby, got a problem

The whole family thinks my new meals are delicious
They ask me what's your secret?
Abby, i think they're getting suspicious
My smart-ass eight year old keeps asking, where's all the meat?
The red dye number two 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
Just fine

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