Electro Hippies - Turkeys (Studio) текст песни

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?