What Can Poor Folks Do?

It’s time for dinner at last,
so what’s for our repast?
There’s no food; we’re aghast!
Hunger means think fast!

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Gratuitous bass!
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Now what can poor folks do,
with nothing to eat on hand?
No one ever goes hungry,
in the Fuckeaters band!

Gratuitous drums!
Gratuitous drums!
Gratuitous drums!
Gratuitous drums!

Gratuitous bass!
Gratuitous bass!
Gratuitous bass!
Gratuitous bass!

Gratuitous drums!
Gratuitous drums!
Gratuitous drums!
Gratuitous drums!

No need to be discreet,
Slurp the Fuckeaters’ treat!
No one goes hungry,
when Fuckeaters meet!