Human Pie

Coffins for boffins and burning boats too
A Viking was hiking to Katmandu
The reason for treason is never plain
There's no hope for the dope sliding down the drain

The Bloody Red Baron flew a mission or two
Shot holes in the cheese, shot holes in you
While the angels were staring at holes in the sky
The Devil was dining on human pie

Witches in stitches riding their brooms
Vicars in knickers in their catacombs
The pleasure in treasure is in the gleam
There's a yell when the bell wakes you from a dream

The Bloody Red Baron had a medal or two
He polished his boots, he polished off you
While the angels dusted their halos on high
The Devil polished off a human pie

When the Sun sets over the ocean
When the Moon rises in the sky
When Wee Willie Winkie thinks you're safe in bed
The Devil's baking another pie

Foxes in boxes chasing their tails
Nippers watch strippers discarding their veils
The turning was learning how to go straight
The drizzle went sizzle on the barbecue plate

The Bloody Red Baron Had a sniffle or two
Over his conscience but not over you
While the angels were talking to God on their phones
The Devil was walking on human bones

Wing of bat, tail of rat
Squeak of mouse and bubble of cat
Leg of frog and dead dog's eye
Throw in some humans and bake that pie

All the Devil wants is human pie
All the devil wants is you and I