Hitler's Liver – John Dowie
Genre Rock

LYRIC
Hitler's Liver

Verse 1

I've been having trouble with the texture of my mint
It won't hurry, find my chest, or odorise my feet
The butcher's window disappoint with steak's attempt of mud
I sink my teeth into the flesh but cannot taste the blood

The pavement was resounding to stammer of me feet
Slugging through the city trying a place to eat
The waiter was obnoxious as he showed me to me place
I looked around and saw a hairy person filling up his face
With

Chorus

[Hitler's liver] mack 'o mick
[Hitler's liver] tastes real sweet
[Hitler's liver] pom-pom ooh now
Tomorrow, the world and a chomp-chew chomp-chew pow!

Verse 2

Hitler's liver is a liver liverestly weird
When you wear it as wig or rub it in your beard
Nail it to a passerby or force it down his throat
Cover it in furry stuff and kick it like goat

You can boil it, burn it, turn it inside out
You can catch it like the flu, there's lots of it about
Mangle it or strangle it and wear it as a tie
Take it to your best friend, you slap it in his eye
Sing it

Chorus

[Hitler's liver] yum yum yum
[Hitler's liver] right on, mum
[Hitler's liver] pom-pom ooh now
Tomorrow, the world and a chomp-chew chomp-chew pow!

Verse 3

I ordered double safely incomplete
Shuddering with pleasure at the prospect of a sweet
The manager sobbing saying "What else can I do?
The shift's a vegetarian, the waiter is a Jew"
But

Chorus

[Hitler's liver] can't be bad
[Hitler's liver] dig it dad
[Hitler's liver] pom-pom ooh now
Tomorrow, the world and a chomp-chew chomp-chew pow!

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