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"Uh, yeah, welcome to my place... Oxford Apartments, number 213.
It's... it's cozy. Can I get you a drink? I mixed it myself.
Don't worry about the smell, it's just... uh... bad plumbing.
Yeah. Bad plumbing."
(Verse 1)
Punch the clock at the chocolate factory
Life is just a bore Head on down to the 219 Club
Gotta see who I can score Just a quiet guy, a little shy, don't mean no disrespect
Just wanna take you home with me, and uh... dissect
Yeah, I got a new fish tank, it's fifty-seven gallons of pure fun
Don't ask what's in the bottom when the party's done!
(Pre-Chorus)
Come on back, I'll pour a drink I promise you won't feel a thing
Watch a tape of 'Exorcist III' The only one who's screamin' will be ME!
(Chorus)
HUMAN CONSUMPTION! (HEY!)
A DEADLY LUNCHEON! (HEY!)
NO MORAL COMPUNCTION!
IT'S HUMAN CONSUMPTION!
(Verse 2)
Got a brand new drill from Sears, it's got a lotta torque
A little hole right in the skull turns your brain to pork
Don't need a butcher, don't need a chef, I'm a one-man operation
My kitchen is my laboratory for human desecration
The cops came by, saw a naked kid, I said he's just my friend!
They told me "Have a nice night, sir!" and the party never ends!
(Pre-Chorus)
Have another drink, it's on the house
You're quieter than a church mouse Let me take a polaroid or two
To remember all the things I'm gonna do to you!
(Chorus)
HUMAN CONSUMPTION! (HEY!)
A DEADLY LUNCHEON! (HEY!)
NO MORAL COMPUNCTION!
IT'S HUMAN CONSUMPTION!
(Bridge)
"What's for dinner? LET'S SEE!" Biceps, triceps, a la carte!
Human jerky, a work of art! A head in the freezer, a torso in a drum!
Don't worry 'bout the evidence, the cops are F*CKING DUMB!
(WHAT'S THAT SMELL?) I SAID IT'S BAD PLUMBING!
(WHAT'S THAT NOISE?) MY NEIGHBOR'S DRUMMING!
(WHAT'S IN THE VAT?) JUST MIND YOUR BUSINESS!
(CAN I HAVE A SANDWICH?)
YOU CAN BE MY WITNESS!
(Guitar Solo)
(Verse 3)
Gave my neighbor a sandwich, she said it tasted great
Asked me for the recipe, I said it's "Special K"
Kept a couple skulls around, painted 'em up nice and gray
A little home decor to brighten up my day
People say I'm evil, people say I'm sick and wrong
I'm just a lonely guy from Milwaukee... writing you this song!
(Chorus)
HUMAN CONSUMPTION! (HEY!)
A DEADLY LUNCHEON! (HEY!)
NO MORAL COMPUNCTION!
IT'S HUMAN CONSUMPTION!
HUMAN CONSUMPTION! (YEAH!)
MY PRIVATE FUNCTION! (F*CK YEAH!)
TOTAL DESTRUCTION!
IT'S HU-MAN CON-SUMP-TION!
"Now... hold still."
