Propane

by Wy Wynaut

Hank begins using propane as an uncommon form of a drug. Based on the song "Benzin" by Rammstein.

I need meat, not heat,
Nor alcohol,
Nor nicotine.

I don't need help or caffeine,
But I do need steak and a spatula,
I need propane for the grill,
Explosive like kerosene,
With lots of meat and free of smoke,
A grilling method like propane.

I don't need a stove, nor oven,
I need neither a restaurant nor a chef,
I don't need a woman, just Strickland Propane,
Some hamburgers,
I need money for propane,
Explosive like kerosene,
With lots of meat and free of smoke,
A grilling method like propane.

Give me propane!

It flows through my veins,
It sleeps in my tears,
It leaks from my ears,
Heart and kidneys are grills.

Propane...

If you want to taste the meat,
Then you have to get rid of the heat,If you never want to grill it again,
Let it swim in propane.

I need propane,
Give me propane!