I woke up today hungry for something new She wants to leave but I made her stay There is something I need to do Controlled by the voices inside my head My hands have their own will Making my daily bread I didn't tell her it was part of the deal That she would wind up as her own last meal chorus: Murder for breakfast Murder for lunch Murder for dinner Oh yeah and murder for brunch After a nap I wanted more So I called up an old flame of mine Shortly after she knocked on my door I welcomed her with a glass of bloodred wine She was tempting, delicious oh so sweet My appetite grew by the sight Of such prime meat I asked her to take off her skirt But didn't tell her she was the dessert