Kill The Cooks

In this here kitchen

There are too many cooks.

You can see them fightin' and bitchin'

In any place you look.

And they act all sinister while cookin' us a meal

After dinner's over we'll see just how we feel.

The autopsy won't lie

After dinner's over

Who will remain alive (Oh)

Let's cook!

Now they're bringing in dessert

It's quite likely gonna hurt.

Leave and become a deserter

Stay be the victim of a murder.

Force feed me a fucking mess

Gastric juices can't digest.

Fix me up what they know best

The lovely atmosphere.

The autopsy won't lie

After dinner's over

Who will remain alive (Oh)

Go get your coat!

May I be excused

My stomach's full?

No!