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Roasting limbs on an open fire
The flesh dripping from the bones.
Cannibalistic carols, being sung by the pyre...
While we are eating Eskimos.
Everybody knows,
The liver and the prostate gland,
Help to make the seasonings right.
Satan sits with his eyes all aglow,
For he'll be crampling bones tonight.
You're feeling trapped,
Can't get away,
You have a feeling in your heart it's you we want to slay.
And all the cannibals are gonna try,
With wretched glee, your broken body they will fry.
And so I'm offering this hexing phrase,
To everyone, and that means you.
So now you've been warned,
Don't get lost in a daze.
Happy Eating, to you.
(Song to be ended with an evil chuckle)