Kill The Cooks (Biting Elbows)

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!