The Lobsterface
Lobsterface, you are a friend of mine.
Lobsterface, I believe it's time to dine.
Tonight, we dine in hell.
Can't keep swimming with you, can't keep swimming with you.
Oh Lobsterface, let's say our grace.
You've got a smile I will wipe off your (lobster)face.
Lobsterface, smear some butter on you.
What do you say to that?
Lobsterface, cut you to pieces.
Pieces you can never pick up
...because they're in my belly.
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