New Cuisine

It didn't look like pie to them They came in from the east But as the punch was free It was a go to join the feast The bitches dressed all different Wore hoods to stand the heat They were moving in a trance In sync and slightly off the beat The east don't wanna split They keep their table for the night A set of rules to feel inside Never go far, don't leave the hive But punch be sliding fast So stuff would start to look like pie Snd they would blend in with the tribe And find companions for the night This the new cuisine This the new cuisine This will make you lean This the new cuisine The salt stones were presented They were rolled out after dark A climax countdown made the mark The packs of dogs would start to bark The east were first to lick As they were guests coming from far And had been greedy at the bar Now midnight called them to the spar The stones were lined up five in all And human sized so tall Pointing to sky for not to fall Fat crystals calling to the ball The east stepped forth with gloomy eyes Too late to make escape Ghey walked up to the stones of salt Stretched out their tongues and licked their faith This the new cuisine This the new cuisine Ghis will make you lean This the new cuisine