The Last Supper

It started with a boom, and then soon life grew
Until there was no room
Now it's just me and you

Pardon me dude, but I think I'm confused
The more I look at you, the more you look like food

Your skin turned to bacon, and fingers into fries
No offense man, but you're the feast before my eyes
Oh come on, everybody dies, but nobody cries

Let the man have his fill, for it's the last time he'll feel full
Pathetic roach licks his lips
Give the man a meal
Give the man a meal



Credits
Writer(s): Mike Palumbo
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