Dirty Frank - Live

Dirty Frank Dahmer, he's a gourmet cook
 Got a recipe for anglo-saxon soup
 Wanted a pass, so she relaxed
 Now the little groupie's getting chopped up in the back
 I got a cupboard full of fleshy fresh ingredients
 Very careful, at the same time quite expedient
 Eats meat, a release
 Bus driving's harder on your head than on your feet
 Dirty Frank
 Dirty Frank, yeah
 Dirty Frank
 Dirty Frank, yeah
 Keeps it clean, keeps it copasetic
 The little boys and girls, their heads are all collected
 Not crazy, per se
 Just a little strange when he gets hungry
 City, state, your town, he will continue
 Stadiums, tiny clubs, every venue
 His bus, your trust
 There goes another turned into crust
 Dirty Frank
 Dirty Frank, yeah
 Dirty Frank
 Dirty Frank, yeah
 Middle of the night, we're stopped, the freeway shoulder
 Frank's shoveling to bury the leftovers
 They're sunk, he's drunk
 Now he's gonna drive, I'm hiding in my bunk
 The band all knows, we're too afraid to mention
 Don't want to be part of Frank's luncheon
 Lose weight, be safe
 Where's Mike McCready?
 My god, he's been ate
 Dirty Frank
 Dirty Frank, yeah
 Dirty Frank
 Dirty Frank, yeah
 Dirty Frank
 Dirty Frank, yeah
 Dirty Frank
 Dirty Frank, yeah
 Why that dirty Frank was a bad mother
 Shut your mouth
 Hey man, I'm just talking about Dirty Frank
 Okay, I think that's enough