Nathan Grantham died, screaming for his cake
Dirty (*##$, what he called her, a deadly mistake
Hatred, what she felt, she wanted to see him dead

Weaponed with a marble ashtray she bashed his head



Guilt! Feeling remorse would be a lie
Obsolete! That old evil !@$( had to die



I want my cake
Been rotting here for all these years

He's had enough now he's pissed and awake
Give me my cake
You can't escape, this geezer will kill you

But first he will catch you and force you to bake

Gathered, to celebrate,

His death that made them rich
Vultures, living of his money,
Ain't death a (*##$?







Bedilia


(Bake-a-break)
Back from the grave, to get my cake

Sweet taste of revenge
It's fathers day, I'll make you bake
Today I will avenge

Back from the grave, a big mistake
To kill your own father
It's fathers day, your life I'll take

Sylvia's head for a starter

Enter her fathers grave, she will face her fate

It's fathers day, but today aunt Bedilia will be late







They're gonna try but they cannot escape
He will get his cake, a head on a plate