Sin Eater - Legendary Shack Shakers

Up from womb to tomb, he rises grave to cradle

He makes his own meats, puts food on the table

It’s a full-time gig eatin' sin-on-the-cob

Yeah, the hours suck, but it’s a job

I say Hey

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Concrete hog with letters «BBQ»

Yeah, eatin' ain’t cheatin', it’ll have to do

He’s so slick that h can steal the shortnin'

Right out of the biscuit, not crackin' th crust, ya’ll

I say Hey

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…

Feed that ego and you starve the soul…