The Ground Beef Under My Bed

Just after midnight, I take the beef I bought in bulk and smear it on the floor, to do my night ritual

I sit in a wheelchair, I use the wheels to smush the beef, that’s how i keep you safe, baby

The meat’s always wet, so I wear a raincoat.

There aren't any napkins, they aren’t allowed.

“I turn on the strobe lights, they’re covered in meat.

I keep losing jobs for smelling like meat.

You are in danger, the ritual failed,

You’re part of this now, We need to call jason

Do you know jason? Only he can fix this

I need 80 dollars, you are my wife.

Ohhhhh, the ground beef under my bed.

Ohhhhh, the ground beef under my bed.

Ohhhhh, the ground beef under my bed.

Ohhhhh, the ground beef under my bed.