I want you to know
He's not coming back
Look into my eyes
I'm not coming back
So knives out, catch the mouse
Don't look down, shove it in your mouth
If you'd been a dog
They would have drowned you at birth
Look into my eyes
It's the only way you'll know if I'm telling the truth
So knives out, cook him up
Squash his head, put him in the pot
I want you to know
He's not coming back [he's not coming back]
He's bloated and frozen
Still there's no point in letting it go to waste
So knives out, catch the mouse
Squash his head, put him in the pot