The cannibals are out long after good kids are in bed,
They're coming
through the windows,
And they're coming for my head.
I'm fattened
up for killing season,
Helping God to find a reason,
Just to feed
me quickly to,
Teh cannibal named Ed.
The wintertime was long,
But the warm winds are a-blowin now,
And I'm looking to the sky,
Like an optimistic summer sow.
The walls here aren't sturdy,
And
songs of freedom fill my head,
As I befriend,
The cannibal named
Ed.
Feeding time is dangerous,
Don't touch the beast unless you
must,
He's grinning through his shiny teeth,
He's dreaming of his
bloody feast.
So try to find the safest distance,
Or the path of
least resistance,
Lest you be fed to,
The cannibal named Ed,
The cannibal named Ed.
