Funeral Food

from by Freddy Fudd Pucker

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Most people shit themselves when they die
A final humiliation at the end of a humiliating life
What are we gonna do with all of these cheese-rolls?
What are we gonna do with all of these unpaid bills?
These dry cakes and watery soups
Thrown in the trash funeral food
Heart disease, ingrown toenails and postcards from T-shirt destinations
Back to the earth, funeral food.

Nana always said
"Wear clean underpants
You never know when you might get in an accident
The doctor, he might just fall in love."
Love might save the day, but probably not.

Because most people shit themselves when they die
A final humiliation at the end of shitty fucking life
What are we gonna do with all of these egg-salad-sandwiches?
What are we gonna do with all of these wasted chances?
This dry quiche and watery soups, thrown in the trash funeral food
Rugby trophies, photographs and unclean love-heart printed underpants
Back to the earth, funeral food.

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from Funeral Food, released November 28, 2016
Freddy Fudd Pucker - vocals & instrumentation
Words & music by Freddy Fudd Pucker.
Recorded & mixed by Freddy, Berlin, October 2016.

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Freddy Fudd Pucker Berlin, Germany

Freddy Fudd Pucker is a one-boy-band who plays a form of folk/thrash or something. No two shows are ever the same. EVERYTHING FASTER THAN EVERYTHING ELSE.

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