Opt walks warily down the street,
with the hood pulled way down low
Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet,
Pie guns ready to go

Are you ready,
Are you ready for this
Are you hungering for minced meat
Out of the doorway the cherries rip
To the sound of the beat

Another one bites the crust
Another one bites the crust
Another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the crust
Hey, we're going to pie you too
Another one bites the crust

How do you think I going to get a scone,
without you , when your gone
You took me from every Ping that I had,
and jumped me with a phone

Are you happy, are you satisfied
How long can you stand the heat
Out ot the doorway the cherries rip
To the sound of the beat

Another one bites the crust
Another one bites the crust
Another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the crust
Hey, we're going to pie you too
Another one bites the crust

Another one bites the crust
Another one bites the crust
Another one bites the crust
Another one bites the crust
There are plenty of ways you can bake a man
Until he's golden browned
You can sweet him
You can treat him
You can wheat him and stone him
Until he's ground
But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you
I'm standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the cherries rip
repeating the sounds of the beat


And I don't apologize to anyone, especially Queeen for the Orginial Lyrics.

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