A Feast of the Impaler

Hold your smile tight On your face tonight For you should be smart And you should to be bright Now your life depends On a mad brain's twist As you must attend At the Impaler's feast. Do not try to guess Why he summons you Better act at your best Till the night is through Care for what you say For his brain distorts Its obsessive way Any of your words (chorus) You don't know his ways You don't know his mind For the games he plays Are of twisted kind It is how you wrench You know drives him nuts On a wooden ganch Squeezing through your guts Now restrain your shake, Laugh and share his glee Everything's at stake Very literally Overcome your fear For he sniffs it well Through prevailing here Ganched men rotting smell Cheer and entertain Let the host have fun Be his guest and feign So as everyone But don't be surprised If for best-played role As the special prize You'll get the longest pole. (chorus) You don't know his ways You don't know his mind For the games he plays Are of twisted kind It is how you wrench You know drives him nuts On a wooden ganch Squeezing through your guts