Turkeys Songtext
von Electro Hippies

If I was a turkey, with my priorities straight,
I′d peck out his eyes and shred up his face,
He wouldn't turn me into a crispy crumb steaks,
Mixed up with sawdust and shit from my crate.


But I′m not a turkey and you make me sick,

I might only speak softly, but I carry a big stick,
And a can full of petrol to set you alight,
A 12stone Bernie-Burger, that bootiful alright!

I wrote you a letter, but you didn't reply,
Was that cos, I asked you to fuck off and die?