Lyrics - Dear Abby by Dead Kennedys

Dear
Abbey,
Got a problem.
I'm a decent, underpaid hardworking county coroner.
It's important that my family eat meat at least 3 times a week.
But we can't afford to with the prices the way they are.
So
I bring home choice cuts from my autopsy subjects.
Just mix in the
Tuna
Helper...and
TA-
DA!!
The
Whole family thinks my new meals are delicious.
They ask me what's my secret.
Abby,
I think they are getting suspicious.
My smart ass 8 year old keeps asking, "
Where's all the meat?
The red dye #2 kind that's kept in the fridge"
If they found out the truth
I don't think they'll understand.
Abby, what do
I tell my family?
DEAR
REAGANOMICS
VICTIM:
Consult your clergyman.
Make sure the body is blessed and everything should be just fine...just fine

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