Letra de Dead and breakfast

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
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...