The Last Supper

It started with a boom, and then soon life grew Until there was no room Now it's just me and you Pardon me dude, but I think I'm confused The more I look at you, the more you look like food Your skin turned to bacon, and fingers into fries No offense man, but you're the feast before my eyes Oh come on, everybody dies, but nobody cries Let the man have his fill, for it's the last time he'll feel full Pathetic roach licks his lips Give the man a meal Give the man a meal