Smash Potater Songtext

Dug up from the ground unaware of their fate,
Dinner Plate of the man is at hand
Thrown into the oven at 375
Covered in foil and baked alive
Others are sliced and cut apart
Deep fried in oil, its truly an art
And the rest that are left are bereft of breath
As they wait for their turn to be smashed

SMASH! SMASH!