In this here kitchen, there are too many cooks You can see them fighting and bitching in any place you look And they act all sinister while cooking us a meal After dinner's over, we'll see just how we feel The autopsy won't lie After dinner's over, who will remain alive? Let's cook! Now they're bringing in dessert It's quite likely it's gonna hurt Leave and become a deserter Stay, be the victim of a murder Force feed me a fucking mess Gastric juices can't digest Fix me up what they know best The lovely atmosphere The autopsy won't lie After dinner's over, who will remain alive? Get your coat! May I be excused? My Stomach's full No!