Letra da Música Frog In A Blender de Broken Clown

The roaches are taking over before the dawn, it's all so clear
Darwin is lurking in my kitchen and slowly, I will be replaced


They found his body in a cellar hole
Duct taped, and soaked in blood and rain
As the nameless assailant buttered her morning toast


Sometimes there's nothing left to say
At which point, you just queston yourself
Sometimes it's best not to continue
Step back, and just unplug the game


He was looking for a one night stand
And bought a trip to hell instead
She brought him home and brouht him off
And then she delecately cut his throat


He hates Southern white Christians,
And I can't get enough trash T.V.
Judgement gallery afternoon
My worst nightmares flashed up before me


Boredom causes stripmines
Emotional entropy
Don't tell me it tastes like chicken
Salt will make you lie and steal
Hard pack filtered smack
Don’t tell me it tastes like chicken
Don't tell me anything ever again


We are just the misfits
Victims of philosophy
Don't tell me it tastes like chicken
Clautrophobic seamen
in an angry little submarine
Don't tell me it tastes like chicken
Don't tell me anything ever again