Dead And Breakfast -

Well tonight you sit in our home

In a chair made of

Chainsawed fingers and bones

The ashes in the ash tray

Aren’t from cigarettes

It’s the chared remains

Of the family pet

The blood drips from your face

Now with my finger I take a taste

Granpa will be down soon

He’s as fast as Jesse James and Cool Hand Luke

Now the cook is cooking up a stew

And the special ingredient is you

Stop your crying, don’t make a fuss

You should be honored to be here with us

At this dead and breakfast

You know what they say

An apple a day

Won’t keep the death away…