Kyle Fischer Temple, TX Lyrics
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?
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