Belly Full of Lead

It's twenty-five cents a flush
And there's nothing but a hole in the floor

Just put your quarter in the slot

You're nothing but a two-bit whore

Bangkok's sinking

And she's got them sidewalk eyes

So let's start drinking

To those South Korean thighs

Woke up in the morning

With a belly full of lead

Walking around out of my head

Woke up in the morning

With a belly full of lead

Last time I saw her she was dead

Last time I saw her she was dead

Last time I saw her she was dead

So husk me up a triple steak

I wish I could sing just like Heino

Some kind of three-legged mistake

The Himlerian albino

Got fifty pounds of onions

And an industrial strength deep-fryer

Got twenty pounds of sauce my friend

And one serious grease fire

Woke up in the morning

With a belly full of lead

Walking around out of my head

Woke up in the morning

With a belly full of lead

Last time I saw her she was dead

Last time I saw her she was dead

Last time I saw her she was dead

Who knows what they're spraying

In the middle of the night

You drink your corn, you watch your porn

Your pants are so polite

Bangkok's sinking

And she's got them sidewalk eyes

So let's start drinking

To those South Korean thighs

Woke up in the morning

With a belly full of lead

Walking around out of my head

Woke up in the morning

With a belly full of lead

Last time I saw her she was dead

Last time I saw her she was dead

Last time I saw her she was dead

Belly

Full of

Belly

Full of

Belly

Full of

Belly full of lead

© Sartisohn 2003