Blue Blind Bird - Driller Thriller

There was a man, who lived in a crate
His co-workers sucked, his life wasn't great
'til one day he found, lay in the junk
A drill with a crank and a meaty bone chunk
He got an idea to plan his revenge
His new thirst blood undoubtedly quench
Snuck up to one of his colleagues at night
Drilled through his forehead with eyes full of spite

Bloody, rusty, squeaky drill
Brought our hero pleasant thrill
Gave him yet another thought -
Cook the colleague in a pot
Cut him up, extract the guts
Throw them down to feed thе rats
Free up space inside the fridgе
Make his diet new and rich!

Caught, peeled, flayed, sliced
Cut & seasoned, layered, diced
It's a chance - a last resort
We prepare a new dessert
Caught, peeled, flayed, sliced
Cut & seasoned, layered, diced
It's a chance - a last resort
We prepare a new dessert
This alexander, the drilling machine
Brought up his kill count to over nineteen
Nobody cared, cause nobody saw
Either way no one would deal with the law
Nigel, the intern, came over to chill -
Saw alex cooking a delicate meal
Never would nigel know he ate a man
Or that he'd be sizzling with him on a pan

Bloody, rusty, squeaky drill
Alexander used to kill
Drill through flesh & bone & brain
Daily, time and time again
Zero evidence around
Not a puddle to be found -
Every bit of flesh and bone
Alexander ate at home

Caught, peeled, flayed, sliced
Cut & seasoned, layered, diced
It's a chance - a last resort
We prepare a new dessert
Caught, peeled, flayed, sliced
Cut & seasoned, layered, diced
It's a chance - a last resort
We prepare a new dessert