We need something to eat it should come as no surprise
We'll pickle the feet the tongue and the eyes
Temple why have you sold your children for food
There's a barbeque you're invited we'll eat them whole
Temple your mother's your sister
You kill your young you're young yr young firstborn sons
Redhead boys selling nosebleeds and sleepless nights
And your daughters hang themselves with sheets and die of AIDS
There's a barbeque you're invited we'll eat them whole
