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Watch out of Hungary's biowaste Maybe it’s hiding a human brain Oh a boy might have said something wrong I wonder how hard it had to be To chop up your boy as drunk as she Just a bin responsable for all her sins When the curtain rise, we all clap our hands Fot the blood, for the hate, for disease With no edge of wrong We just moving on and on Dead and Breakfast Just for you Ready for our delicious stew? Our special chef could make one for you No big deal he just needs a knife to peel I wonder how hard had to be this job To cram your girl in this little pot What a grime for such a sick delicate time