(church bell ringing)
Both our families
Are to gathering
For cutting the baby out
With my grandmother's heirloom antler-handled carving knife
They were under her grand chandelier
But it was YOUR father that was holding the knife!
Yeah, I begged me not to make me tell ya
Yeah, I pleaded with ya
To leave it alone
I told ya, I told you that
You didn't want to know
What went in my horrible dream
I was peering in through the picture window
It was a heartwarming tableau like a Norman Rockwell painting
Until I zoomed in
I was making noises in my sleep
But you wouldn't believe me when I told ya that I wasn't with someone
In my dream
Catfish were wriggling in blood and gore in the kitchen sink!
Yeah, I told ya, I told ya, I told you ...
You ...
Now, sweetie, please promise me
That you won't see
This as some GRIM augury!