Murder For Breakfast - Nekromantix

I woke up today hungry for something new

She wants to leave but I made her stay

There is something I need to do

Controlled by the voices inside my head

My hands have their own will

Making my daily bread

I didn’t tell her it was part of the deal

That she would wind up as her own last meal

Murder for breakfast

Murder for lunch

Murder for dinner

Oh yeah and murder for brunch

After a nap I wanted more

So I called up an old flame of mine

Shortly after she knocked on my door

I welcomed her with a glass of bloodred wine

She was tempting, delicious oh so sweet

My appetite grew by the sight

Of such prime meat

I asked her to take off her skirt

But didn’t tell her she was the dessert