Late at night after the show
Drunk as shit and feeling slow
Need to eat before I go to bed
Cause if I don't, I'll wake up dead
Open my fridge to get some food
Just a few beers and some hot dogs
Labeled "Expired Yesterday"
I don't give a shit what they say

Born Under the Sign of the Mustardgram!

Hot dog grind, to unwind
Ketchup please, on your knees.
Microwave, to the head,
Hot dog grind, now you're dead
Hot dog grind, to unwind
Ketchup please, on your knees.
Microwave, to the head,
Hot dog grind, now I'm dead

The hot dogs exit, from the 'wave
From my stomach, to the grave
Surely these hot dogs will be
The last meal that I'll ever eat
Colors explode from my eyes
Organs shut down as blood dries
I no longer need this shell,
I am the Earth, and this is Hell

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