To Each His Own

Every man to his own tastes
Mine is for corpses
Much more fun than wild game
The chase of the most dangerous

They're not the first
And certainly not the last
I'm just tired of eating at home

There's no harm in this now
Only good times
There's a surplus of people anyhow

It's been a ball so far
And I thank you for that
Killing is killing
Whether for duty or fun

I know we all go
A little mad sometimes
But please, calm down
It's not like I'm protesting your crimes

Take your worst nightmares
And put my face to them
It's only over
Until you have my permission

When did this monster enter my brain?
I will never know
But it is here to stay
How does one cure himself?

Hurry it up though
I could hang a dozen men
While you're fooling around