Letra de Dead and Breakfast

Watch out of Hungary's bio-waste
Maybe it’s hiding a human brain
Oh a boy - might have said something wrong
I wonder how hard it had to be
To chop up your boy as drunk as she
Just a bin, responsible for all her sins
When the curtain rise , we all clap our hands
For the blood, for the hate, for disease
With no edge of wrong
We just moving on and on
Dead and Breakfast
Just for you!
Ready for our delicious stew?
Our special chef could make one for you
No big deal, he just needs a knife to peel
I wonder how hard had to be this job
To cram your girl in this little pot
What a grime for such a sick delicate time