Freak Kitchen - Dead Soul Man lyrics

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 b**hes 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...