You're the first one to get there 

And always the last one to leave 

You're the first one to chuckle 

But the last one to grieve 

I know all too well the world takes a daily beating 



Please don't talk about murder while i'm eating 



You walk into the temple 

And call it a church 

I try to keep things simple 

But you always need the works 

Your life is marked by numbers and symbols 

Excessive drinking from out of golden thimbles 

Just a moment of silence i'm needing 



So let's not talk about murder while i'm eating 



You get all hot and bothered 

At the strangest times and places 

But don't notice the looks on all the other faces 

You're dressed for summer in the middle of december 

What you've all but forgotten 

I painfully remember 

I don't care in the least what you're reading 



Please don't talk about murder while i'm eating