Breakfast at Tisiphone's

Here you come with your poison pen

And your forked tongue diggin' your own grave again

Fire your tiny arrows into this inferno

Fuck you, bitch! Let's go!

Whoah-oh-oh Baby

I've put a curse on you

To the Gods of Death

I have offered you

Whooa oh oh baybeh

I've put a curse on you

To the Gods of Death

I have offered you

Always out to milk that sympathy

How about breakfast at Tisiphone's?

Revenge, a dish best served cold

Like my jokes, you won't get old

My inner-beast has come out of stasis

to wipe that smile off both of your faces

And crush your bones into the dirt

Darling, it's gonna hurt

Yeah, I see you

Plotting and scheming with your cabal of dirty rotten skanks

Well, this coven fights as one

And we choose vengeance

I see a liar shifting gears

Shrivelled by the salt from your crocodile tears

There's no reason to fear the fraud

You've beende-clawed

Tired of your third-rate villainy

We rejoice in your suffering and misery

Watching you writhe in mud

Choking on your own blood