Off to the Henhouse

We're off to the henhouse, Marcus! That's where we'll get our food.
It's a long process, fun, regardless - and the killing feels so good!
Screams filling all my senses, chickens helpless, defenseless,
Why it really sends a thrill
When innocent blood I spill!

We're off to the henhouse, Marcus! That's where the fun begins!
It'll take you a little while to learn to murder with style so you've got to pay attention!
That nice adrenaline burst, you'll learn to satisfy your thirst
For execution and dismembering,
It's really a splendorous thing!

I'm the kind of guy to get happy when it gets gory
I'm in no way shy submitting to instincts predatory
I'm the subject of gallinaceous horror stories
That hens tell to their chicks as a little memento mori
They'll say

"Look who's in the henhouse - Prima!" There'll be carnage and shrieking!
Chickens running to and fro, such a funny little show, thinking I'm some sorta demon!
Seized by remorseless urges, my truest, innermost self emerges
And I kill and kill and kill and kill and kill...
Until all the bodies around me lie still!