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Hello friends. We all know that Patrick King is as mysterious as a Chinchilla (rat). The lyrics to many of The Lecters' songs are unknown even to the band. The enigma surrounding the literary side to the band has just been shattered by the release of lyrics to most of our songs. Take my hand and read, my friend. Read.
No Souls
There's something really wrong with this town
everybody's doing what everybody else does
it's kind of sad you know it makes me frown
everybody's doing things the same just because
We've got no souls
There's something really wearing down on me
cause everybody's doing what everyone else does
I'm fucking sick of conformity
everybody's doing things the same just because
We've got no souls
Annie's a Vegetarian
Annie's a vegetarian
gee, ain't it neat
Annie's a vegetarian
she don't eat meat
Annie's a vegetarian what can I do
cause I am a carnivore dude
Annie's a vegetarian
gee, ain't it queer
Annie's a vegetarian
fetch me a beer bitch
Annie's a vegetarian what can I do
cause I am a carnivore dude
Annie's a vegetarian
gee, ain't it strange
Annie's a vegetarian
broccoli brain or she is deranged (can't decide)
Fireballs
He prowls the streets every night and day
to see if there is trouble
if you need help just call his name
he'll roll there in a bubble
Fireballs, they call him fireballs
if you're ever in trouble then you know who to call
Fireballs, Fireballs
his balls are up in flames
He cruises around in his ford
he wears girls' underwear
and all the chicks say he's the lord
of red pubic hair
chorus
Beat to
Don't ask
School Lunch
I used to think your fries were rad
but now the ketchup tastes so bad
why don't you get some fucking heinz tomorrow
can you follow that
your chicken used to ring my bell
but now I can't get past the smell
it tastes like hell and it burns when you swallow
can you follow that
no school lunch for me tomorrow
you know it's too hard to swallow
Broccoli, John Marzetti
it's disgusting it makes me wanna puke
I used to love spaghetti day
but now the sauce is so passe'
don't want your noodles in my mouth tomorrow
can you follow that
bla bla bla
My Igloo Melted
disclaimer: This song is not making fun of eskimos/inuits, it's making a Politically Correct Statement on global warming.
My name is Felix and I am an eskimo
I live in an igloo it's kind of cold you know
I stepped outside today and it was hot as hell
I think that hairspray cans are making my life melt
Where do I go now?
Can't go to my igloo!
My igloo's melting!!
My name is Felix and I am an inuit
I used to think that hippie crap was full of shit
now that the ice that shelters me begins to fall
I kind of wish I'd never heard of aerosol
