Murder For Breakfast Testo

My hands have their own will
Making my daily bread
I didn't tell her it was part of the deal
That she would wind up as her own last meal

chorus:
Murder for breakfast
Murder for lunch
Murder for dinner
Oh yeah and murder for brunch

After a nap I wanted more
So I called up an old flame of mine
Shortly after she knocked on my door
I welcomed her with a glass of bloodred wine
She was tempting, delicious oh so sweet

My appetite grew by the sight
Of such prime meat
I asked her to take off her skirt
But didn't tell her she was the dessert