| Well tonight you sit in our home
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| In a chair made of
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| Chainsawed fingers and bones
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| The ashes in the ash tray
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| Aren’t from cigarettes
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| It’s the chared remains
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| Of the family pet
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| The blood drips from your face
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| Now with my finger I take a taste
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| Granpa will be down soon
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| He’s as fast as Jesse James and Cool Hand Luke
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| Now the cook is cooking up a stew
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| And the special ingredient is you
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| Stop your crying, don’t make a fuss
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| You should be honored to be here with us
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| At this dead and breakfast
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| You know what they say
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| An apple a day
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| Won’t keep the death away… |