[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—it's 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 bloated vultures circled the sky We cracked open baskets sealed with chains Packed full of gristle, mold, and brains The bread was breathing, the cheese had eyes And worms poured 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 through 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 bones and lick the skin Grotesque picnic! No one leaves! Bodies hanging from 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 came crawling back 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 unleashed 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! Rotten meat and a corpse-stink smell Grotesque picnic! Dig right in! Chew the bones and lick the skin Grotesque picnic! No one leaves! Bodies hanging from the trees Spread the blanket, start the feast— Tonight the guests become the meat! [Bridge] The trees bent down The moon turned black The picnic basket started to attack It snapped its lid with wooden teeth And dragged the screaming guests beneath The forks grew claws The knives grew wings The napkins wrapped around our limbs The mustard hissed The ketchup bled The basket laughed— “YOU’RE ALREADY DEAD!” [Breakdown] Rot! Chop! Season the dead! Boil! Broil! Pass me the head! Slice! Dice! Pile up the plate! This cursed picnic— HAS SEALED YOUR FATE! [Final Chorus] Grotesque picnic! Feast from Hell! Hear the tortured dinner bell Grotesque picnic! Dig right in! Fat and marrow, bone and skin Grotesque picnic! None survive! Even dessert is still alive Spread the blanket, start the feast— Tonight the guests become the meat! 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 A bloodstained basket shut its lid— And waited for the next poor soul. [Outro] Pack the basket… Choose a seat… Bring your friends… We need more meat.
