[Intro] (Slow, dark pulsing beat. Atmospheric synth creates a fog in the background. Warm, slightly detuned Hammond organ enters with sustained chords. A smoky blues guitar solo begins to wail over it. The atmosphere of an old, haunted cabaret.) [Verse 1] (Tempo: Slow, deliberate. Drums go silent, only the bass pulse and Hammond remain. Vocals are deep, theatrical chanson, slightly ironic.) Alica v bielom plášti krája telo s gráciou, rukavice má od krvi, no čistú manikúru. Orgány balí do fólie s vianočnou vibráciou, pánko už neplatí dane, má večnú procedúru. [Verse 2] (A gritty, quiet blues guitar enters the background. Vocals build in soulful intensity, becoming more passionate, almost cynically passionate.) Nestačil predaj obličiek, biznis pre lekára, chcela radšej catering, kde hosť oblizne tanier. Z márnice je premium menu, leták robí marketára, ponuka je bez limitov, padá zvyšok bariér. [Pre-Chorus] (Sudden change. A progressive tempo shift occurs – the rhythm begins to accelerate mechanically, synths take on an industrial, metallic sound. Tension reaches its peak.) [Chorus] (Tempo settles into a heavy, marching, slow industrial beat. Explosion! Walls of heavy distorted guitars enter. Vocals transition into a raw, powerful rock delivery, almost a scream filled with massive emotion.) Alica! Alica! Kráľovná pohrebnej firmy! Z mŕtvoly robí guláš a luxusné chody! Orgány na čierny trh posiela zlými činmi, z otca bude zajtra biftek pre tie rodiny! [Verse 3] (Cut. Absolute silence, only a mechanical thudding. Vocals start almost in a whisper, very theatrically, then the Hammond organ gradually returns.) Kým vdova hore zaplače nad prázdnou rakvou, manžel sa dolu pečie, mäso medium rare svieti. Z mozgu je jemná paštéta s cibuľovou dávkou, (Vocalist holds the note with pain in his voice) starec mal rád ostré, jeho chuť už k nebu letí. [Verse 4] (Rhythm becomes heavier, deep bass enters. The atmosphere thickens.) Hostia jedlo chvália, že je jemné, božské, Alica sa usmieva: „To rodinný je recept tajný.“ Do obehu ide všetko, mäkké, tvrdé, ploské, kým im ona plní bruchá, ich súcit je márny. [Verse 5] (Buildup before the chorus. Instruments go silent, drums play only a single hit on every first beat – a heavy strike like a guillotine.) Dnes je pohreb s hostinou, veľká karová párty, strýko ide na stôl, prepečené je jeho stehno. Vegetariánka dostane len tvrdé Sparty... (Stop on all instruments – absolute silence for a second) ...okolo tiel v kuchyni zostalo ticho a nehybno. [Chorus] (An even more massive explosion than the first time. Guitars are down-tuned and raw. Hammond organ underscores the chorus with wild chords in the background.) Alica! Alica! Kráľovná pohrebnej firmy! Z mŕtvoly robí guláš a luxusné chody! Orgány na čierny trh posiela zlými činmi, z otca bude zajtra biftek pre tie rodiny! [Outro] (Tempo slows down drastically. Industrial guitars fall silent. Only a deep, slow blues rhythm remains. The vocalist sings wearily, like a broken bluesman in a smoky bar at 3 AM.) (Slow, cinematic, smoky blues guitar solo – the guitar silently wails over the vocals) Keď vojdeš do firmy a Alica ťa milo privíta, ponúkne ti špecialitu s výrazom nevinným... Povedz radšej, že máš pôst a tvoja tvár je sýta, (Final ending: vocalist shifts to spoken word, music fades out, leaving only the last, slowly decaying tone of the Hammond organ) lebo zješ len príbuzného s menom rodinným. [End]
