Hands hooked, muzzles squared,
Under brows came sidelong glances.
He came to the shack,
To poison them with sausage.
Holding wine glasses sullenly,
Pouring one-at-a-time.
He came to the shack,
To poison them with sausage.
Credits roll, the show's over.
You run home barefoot,
To the shack,
To poison them with sausage.
The time comes and goes,
Cuts in with a sharp blade.
But here's someone in the shack,
To poison them with sausage.