You Don't Need A Face

Om nom nom!
Om nom nom!
Deep fried fingers in honey garlic sauce!
 
Sorry; you don’t need a face;
I’m going to eat it and not leave a trace.
I’m gonna suck off your lips so you don’t say a word;
Everything thing you think you’v seen,
won’t be as bad as watching me;
pick the meat from your spleen.
Me and my friends making a scene
 
Over Barbecued you;
Over Barbecued you;
Om nom nom!
Om nom nom!
Deep fried fingers in honey garlic sauce!
 
We’ll arrange your bones in front of the window
and say I got them from science class;
your ass tasted like chicken  and now we’re dancing
with the bones of our enemies!
Yeah; were just dancing with the bones of our enemies!
 
As we sing this song
Om nom nom!
Om nom nom!
Deep fried fingers in honey garlic sauce!
 
Someone grabbed a fork; popped your eye ball out;
licked it and said  I think people taste more like pork
just a little less salty;
 
I’ve seen how fast you can eat;
You want adrenaline and fear to course through the blood,
to overstate.
 
Let them live as they are slowly eaten feet first;
Carefully watching how much anesthetics is in their blood,
to keep them healthy enough to survive;
 
And let ’em watch as I’m nibbling on a piece of leg here today;
tomorrow, your fingers and your hair;
Then when there’s nothing but his body and head left
with a one eye –  blank stare looking back at me;
Cut open the chest and devour the heart while it’s still beating;
 
And sing this song!
Om nom nom!
Om nom nom!
Deep fried fingers in honey garlic sauce!