[Intro — whispered over clanging knives] Aprons tied… Ovens lit… Tonight, everybody gets served. [Verse 1] Down a dead-end alley where the streetlights twitch, There’s a rusty little doorway by a drainage ditch. Hear the cleavers chopping, hear the fryers hiss— Once you smell the supper, there’s no escaping this. Hooks hang swinging from the ceiling beams, Boiling pots bubble with a chorus of screams. The chef wears a grin and a blood-spattered hat— He says, “Welcome to dinner… now imagine that!” [Pre-Chorus] The burners glow red, The pantry is stocked, The doors are all chained, And the exits are locked! [Chorus] The Killing Kitchen! Where the hungry come to dine! The Killing Kitchen! Get in the butcher line! The Killing Kitchen! Hear the dinner bell ring! You came looking for a meal— Now you’re the main course! [Verse 2] There’s a head in the kettle and an arm in the sink, Something in the gravy that is starting to blink. Entrails in the oven, eyeballs in a jar, Finger-food appetizers waiting at the bar. Meat hooks rattling, flies fill the air, A severed head complains there’s a hair in his soup. The waiter takes your order with a crack in his jaw— “Would you like that roasted, boiled, bloody, or raw?” [Pre-Chorus] The knives have been sharpened, The table is set, Tonight’s special entrée Hasn’t stopped screaming yet! [Chorus] The Killing Kitchen! Where the hungry come to dine! The Killing Kitchen! Get in the butcher line! The Killing Kitchen! Hear the dinner bell ring! You came looking for a meal— Now you’re the main course! [Bridge] Chop! Chop! Cut it into pieces! Drop! Drop! Watch the pressure increase! Slice it! Dice it! Tenderize the meat! Season it with terror— Then serve it up to eat! [Breakdown — slow and crushing] Turn up the flame… Lock down the door… We fed you once… Now feed us more! Grind every bone! Drain every vein! Throw what is left Down the kitchen drain! [Verse 3] The oven door opens and the room fills with smoke, The cook starts laughing at his own little joke. “Dinner is ready!” and the creatures all cheer, As the platter rolls out and the guests disappear. There’s no health inspection, no five-star review, Because nobody leaves here to tell what they knew. So follow your nose to that flickering light— The kitchen stays open every day and all night! [Final Chorus] The Killing Kitchen! Where the hungry come to dine! The Killing Kitchen! Get in the butcher line! The Killing Kitchen! Hear the dinner bell ring! You came looking for a meal— Now you’re the entree!!! The Killing Kitchen! Every table is filled! The Killing Kitchen! Freshly caught and freshly killed! The Killing Kitchen! Take a seat and meet the crew— Tonight we’re serving everyone… And tomorrow— WE’RE SERVING YOU!
