The Flaming Intestines - Evil Ice Cream Man Lyrics

Deth
Famine
In my neighborhood
And I like it
Everbody's dying
Falling down and turning into pus
They look like piles of bubbling flesh
And they're all gonna go to hell
Because of Evil Ice Cream Man
Evil Ice cream man, whose name is Stan
Evil Cream Man
Evil Evil Evil-O
Don't sell a snow cone to me
I'm tellin' you now
Don't sell me no fat frog neither
Evil Ice Evil Ice Evil Ice Stan
You drive down the street in a truck making real cute music
Enticing little kids to come out and buy your food
(It should be playing Helter Skelter)
But I know what you want
You want us to die
To die eating your food
Well, it's not gonna happen
Not with me, buddy
'Cause I don't like cold food
Evil Ice Cream Man
Bodies piled up in the street 45 feet high
You drive down the street in your music making truck
Selling us ice cream and we're dead as ducks
Evil Ice Cream Man