There's something cooking
There she lies in the ambush soundlessly
Do you hear the crackle in the twigs
And the crunch in their silence?
There's something cooking
There she lies in the ambush soundlessly
But the blood-red stains between her claws
Seem to attract nobody's attention
And everything that moves only spins in circles
And everything that stops moving, lies on thin ices
The one who has wounds can lick one's wounds
We have tasted blood, we have skeletons in our closet
The one who has wounds can lick one's wounds
We have tasted blood, we have tasted blood
There's something cooking
She was the angel of Bremen
But Lucifer opened his needle buffet
And everyone's allowed to take something
Her poverty makes her hungry
Her hunger makes her ill and pale
Instead of rain of red roses she gets beef in cans
And monotony on tap
And everything that moves only spins in circles
And everything that stops moving, lies on thin ices
The one who has wounds can lick one's wounds
We have tasted blood, we have skeletons in our closet
The one who has wounds can lick one's wounds
We have tasted blood, we have tasted blood
The one who has wounds can lick one's wounds
We have tasted blood, we have skeletons in our closet
The one who has wounds can lick one's wounds
We have tasted blood, we have tasted blood
We have tasted blood
We have tasted blood
We have tasted blood
We have tasted blood
There's something cooking
He's still feeling bad
He always drinks his tea with milk and arsenic
But he's not to know about the second