Текст (слова) песни: Dead Kennedys - Dear Abby

Dear Abby,

Got a problem. Im a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner. Its
important that my family eat meat at least three times a week. But we just cant
afford to with the prices the way they are. So I bring home some choice cuts from my
autopsy subjects. Just mix in the Tuna Helper:and ta-da!

The whole family thinks my new meals are delicious. They ask me whats
my secret. Abby, I think theyre getting suspicious. My smart-ass 8-year-old keeps
asking, "Wheres all the meat? The red dye #2 kind thats kept in the fridge."

If they find out the truth I dont think theyll understand. Abby, what do I tell
my family?
DEAR REAGANOMICS VICTIM: Consult your clergyman. Make sure the bodys
blessed and everything should be just fine. 
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