A hatchet is employed to chop and dice
Cleaving meat from bone with a sickening slice
Butchered and bagged with expert skill
So the neighborhood bums can get their fill
Curdled fat and septic bowels
Are filler for our graveyard chow
Our prices are dirt cheap, for premium cuts of meat
And you're in denial about just what it is that you eat
Human limbs, in a grinder shoved
Extruding manburger, a cut above
Reeking torsos hang on hooks
Too rotten to sell, they're kept for looks
The spoils of the night before
Are set to dry upon a rack
The cheese that forms in rotting fat
We spread on crackers for midnight snacks
The feet of stillborn babies
Are poached in boiling chyme
A shot of formaldehyde on the rocks
Does the trick every time
Our slaughterhouse is bathed in blood
Steaming organs slowly bake
Eviscerated bodies swing
Exposed vertebrae break
Ribs are spiced and barbecued
Sent to market in crispy hunks
The townsfolk are none the wiser
As they dine on suspicious chunks
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Our botulism soup caused quite a scare
And the tainted mince pies may have been a little rare
But all in all our meat is of the highest quality
We get it from the rich part of the cemetery
Purple brains adorn their plates
Our ghoulish goulash sure tastes great
Bladders filled with bootleg gin
Pickled tongues in rusty tins
And if they have no taste for those
Eyeballs stuffed with pimentos
Into our meats each penny sunk
These fools devour suspicious chunks