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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