A Cut Above The Rest - Snip Snip, Drip Drip

In the darkest streets of London town, Where shadows stretch and stars look down There lives a man with silver blades And customers who never paid And just below, with flour and flame A woman’s baking up her fame So come along, don’t be a pest Their service is... a cut above the rest I lather up with care and pride A little nick, and then they slide Down the trap, beneath the floor Where bloodstains bloom forevermore My chair is kind, it tilts just right To send you off into the night A little slice, a final breath A cozy, clean and quiet death I catch ‘em warm and still quite red So tender, lovely – newly dead I add some herbs and just a touch Of something sweet – but never much A pie should tell a tale, you see Of misery and mystery And oh, my dear – the flavor's best When meat is freshly laid to rest Snip snip, drip drip, off you go From blade to crust, from head to toe We serve them hot, no need to guess Our love is truly… a cut above the rest Don’t ask what’s in the pastry tray Just smile and nod and walk away For London fog hides many things Like what’s inside a stranger’s wings They come for shaves, they never leave And yet the streets do not grieve Each throat I draw a lullaby A gentle way to say goodbye And I? I serve them all with pride A flaky crust, still warm inside With tea and laughter, crumbs and lies They eat their neighbors in disguise Snip snip, drip drip, don’t be shy A little death, a little pie We bake with flair, with love, with zest Because our work is truly… a cut above the rest! So if you feel a sudden chill Or hear a creak... the room grows still Just take a seat and say your best Tonight’s your turn to be the guest At... A Cut Above the Rest