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 [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/frankenstein-drag-queens-from-planet-13-dead-and-breakfast-a-night-at-the-sawyers-lyrics.html ] 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...