Furious Frank
The Coroner of Drifter's Creek
Cool the bath to twenty-five degreesBoys the man is dead enough for meLegs and arms are sellin' by the poundGrind him up and take him into townLungs and livers, tongues and feetNever waste the meatWhen times are tough we must get by we must do what we mustThese ends shall be our meansFriends I bid you caution should you pass through Drifter's CreekExpect no welcome from that town unless you be the feast
From Letras Mania