Dirty Frank

歌词

Dirty Frank Dahmer, he's a gourmet cook, yeah

I got a recipe for insane soup, yeah

Wanted a pass, so she relaxed...

Now the little groupie's getting chopped up in the back

I Got a cupboard full of fleshy fresh ingredients

A very careful at the same time quite expedient

Eats meat, a release...

Bus driving's harder on your head than on your feet

Dirty frank, dirty frank, dirty frank, dirty frank

Keeps it clean, a keeps it copasetic

A little boys and girls, their heads are all collected

A not crazy, a per se...

Just a little strange, when he gets hungry

City, state, your town, he will continue

A stadiums, tiny clubs, every venue

His bus, your trust...

There goes another turned into crust

Dirty frank...a Dirty Frank, yeah...

Yeah...oh, watch it...

Why that dirty Frank was a bad mother...Shut your mouth!

Hey man, I'm just talking about dirty Frank

Middle of the night, we're stopped, the freeway shoulder

A Frank's shoveling to bury the leftovers

They're sunk, he's drunk...

Now he's gonna drive, I'm hiding in my bunk, oh...

The band all knows, we're too afraid to mention

Don't want to be part of frank's luncheon

A-lose weight, a-be safe...

Where's Mike McCready?

My god, he's been ate!

Dirty frank...a Dirty Frank, yeah...

Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah

Dirty frank...a Dirty Frank, yeah...

Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah

Cook 'em, just to see the look on their face...