Artist: Dead Kennedys
Album: Bedtime for Democracy 1986
Song: DEAR ABBY 03
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DEAR ABBY
Dear Abby, Got a problem. I’m a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner. It’s important that my family eat meat at least three times a week. But we just can’t afford to with the prices the way they are. So I bring home choice cuts from my autopsy subjects. Just mix in the Tuna Helper, and ta-da! / The whole family things my new meals are delicious. They ask me what’s my secret. Abby, I think they’re getting suspicious. My smart-ass 8-year-old keeps asking, “Where’s all the meat? The red dye #2 kind that’s kept in the fridge.” / If they find out the truth I don’t think they’ll understand. Abby, what do I tell my family? / DEAR REAGANOMICS VICTIM: Consult your clergyman. Make sure the body’s blessed and everything should be just fine.