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The Ominous Anthropophagous Slackeye Slim

from EP by The Misery Jackals

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lyrics

Well! listen here my brothers
Cuz if you meet a man
His name’s “Slackeye Slim”
You better run away if you can!

They say that he was hanged ‘til dead
But crawled out of his grave
To feed upon the flesh of those
Who get into his way

They call him Slackeye Slim!

Well, Slackeye Slim got his name and his evil disposition
After being shot in the face while still in his mama’s belly
She went down with a thud in a pool a blood
And Slackeye came slidin’ right out with a bullet in one eye, and complete and utter rage in the other!

Folks say Slim was an ill tempered boy
With a nasty case of pica
And that he eventually acquired a taste for hot dogs and human flesh.

Slackeye Slim went on to harvest meat from the general populace
And was once heard to of said that the War Between the States was like an all you can eat buffet.


One night a whore was givin’ birth in a back alley when old Slackeye happened by.
He helped her birth it alright, then he wrapped it up in some newspaper and disappeared into the night.
Said it was the best meat he ever had.

Well the law finally caught up to Slackeye Slim
And he was hanged for his horrific crimes
But folks say his zombie came right back,
Good as new and hungrier than ever.

And that still, to this very day
Late in the harvest, Slackeye Slim comes down outta the hills
To jerk some longpork and visit the whores


So if you ever meet a real clean cut fella with a nasty smell about ‘em
Orderin’ a hotdog with ketchup on one side and mustard on the other.
You best tip toe right outta there Junior
And don’t you catch his eye, or you just might just find yourself sittin’ on a bun.
With ketchup on one side, and mustard on the other.

(Chorus)

He’ll eat ya boy!

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from EP, released April 3, 2009

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