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Dead Kennedys - Dear Abby текст песни

Исполнитель: Dead Kennedys

альбом: Bedtime For Democracy


Dear Abby
Got a problem...
I'm a decent, underpaid, hard-working county coroner
It's important that my family eats meat at least three times a week
But we just can't afford to with 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 #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
Just fine

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