Storm and surge of flame from under grill Cabbage patch filled the floor, till the end Tonight is hard to overcome Tonight is hard to overcome The witch is casting a serious spell The incubus borns of lid of a pot Don't cook it. don't cook it. don't cook it If i don't eat, i'll be got a black eye There's carbonized and charred swordfish There's dried up sausage casing Jelly-like pasta and cryptid's flesh Didn't think it would end up like this If i don't eat, i'll be got a black eye She said"Don't you feel like a grown-up when you cook?" To eat, or not to eat