Grotesque Picnic (best so far) (Remix) (Remastered)

[Intro] Pack the basket, ring the bell We’re having lunch at the gates of Hell Spread the blanket, take your seat Something’s rotting—time to eat! [Verse 1] Down by the swamp where the black flies breed We found a dead field choked with weeds The sun hung low like a bloodshot eye While carrion birds circled the sky We cracked the basket, heard something crawl Mold-covered dishes, bones and all The bread was breathing, the cheese had eyes And worms crawled out of the shepherd’s pies [Pre-Chorus] The lemonade was thick and red The ants crawled backward from the dead A rotten hand rose from the ground And rang the dinner bell— COME GATHER ’ROUND! [Chorus] GROTESQUE PICNIC! FEAST FROM HELL! Rotten meat and a corpse-stink smell GROTESQUE PICNIC! DIG RIGHT IN! Chew the bone and taste the sin GROTESQUE PICNIC! NO ONE LEAVES! Something’s moving in the trees Spread the blanket, start the feast— TONIGHT THE GUESTS BECOME THE MEAT! [Verse 2] A rotting basket served the stew It spat out teeth as we stirred it through Finger sandwiches stacked in rows With knuckles sticking through the loaves The deviled eggs began to crack Tiny demons crawled from the black Grandma’s casserole screamed our names Then burst from the pan in a wall of flames A skeleton raised his glass to toast While maggots danced through mashed-potato ghosts The ribs were fresh, the liver warm Then thunder struck— AND WOKE THE STORM! [Pre-Chorus] The blanket twitched beneath our feet The dirt below began to breathe The graveyard opened wide and said: “YOU CAME TO DINE— NOW JOIN THE DEAD!” [Chorus] GROTESQUE PICNIC! FEAST FROM HELL! Hear the tortured dinner bell GROTESQUE PICNIC! DIG RIGHT IN! Chew the bone and taste the sin GROTESQUE PICNIC! NO ONE LEAVES! Hear them screaming in the trees Spread the blanket, start the feast— TONIGHT THE GUESTS BECOME THE MEAT! [Breakdown] Rot! Chop! Season the dead! Boil! Broil! Pass me the head! Slice! Dice! Pile up the plate! THIS GROTESQUE PICNIC HAS SEALED YOUR FATE! [Final Chorus] GROTESQUE PICNIC! NONE SURVIVE! Even dessert is still alive GROTESQUE PICNIC! ONE LAST BITE! Chew until the morning light GROTESQUE PICNIC! TASTE THE DOOM! Rotten flowers start to bloom When the sun rose through the haze Nothing remained but bones and plates The basket closed with one last click— “SEE YOU NEXT TIME AT THE GROTESQUE PICNIC!” [Outro] Pack the basket… Choose a seat… Bring your friends… WE NEED MORE MEAT.