betrayal's in the air tonight as crabfest marks the ides of march
(seafood buffet, et tu, Brute?)
lurking near lobster tanks, beware beware that's where the stabbing starts
you order caesar salad that feels like a personal attack
(misunderstood, a side of blood)
i don't think extra napkins can help with being stabbed in the back
(never forget, your tourniquet)
stab fest
call it what it is
twist the knife again, knife again
don't try to figure out
life will never make any sense
do you find yourself
trapped in between past and present tense?
and don't know why
Red Lobster to die
stab fest
call it what it is
twist the knife again, knife again