Fish:
I want to meet you
and want to eat you.
The taste of your flesh on my tongue,
it feels like ecstasy.
Your limbs all boiled in a pot,
I'll eat them while they're hot.
I guess it's bad luck that you ended up with friends like me.

You think that this is just a dream,
but it's all real - every word you scream.

Remove your dresses,
cut off your tresses,
Won't leave a single bit of you.
Won't let you run from me.
Eat you in nine days,
I'll eat you nine ways.
The greatest tasting girl I'd ever eat in NYC.

Your flesh and blood is all I want.
Your darkest dreams I'll always haunt.

Guardian:
Don't you go into the flower bed.
You'll pick wild flowers while he secretly prepares your death.
This may be a feast, but there's no more time for saying grace
because it's time for you to leave.
Farewell, Grace Budd.

Fish:
I took all my clothes off,
took all her clothes off.
I didn't want my clothes to be stained with her blood.
I choked her to death and I cut her to pieces.
All I had that night was a little Grace Budd.
She kicked me. She bit me.
She even tried to hit me.
Nothing could've stopped me.
I was ready to get me a slab of her ass that I'd throw in the oven.
I was going to give my tummy some good, good lovin'.

Albert's friend:
So if you want an epic meal time,
you will love the taste.
And don't forget where the sun don't shine.
Don't let it go to waste.

Fish:
You, I'll live in sin.
I won't back down till you put me in the looney bin.
So you think I'm mad?
At least I'm honest. Can you say the same about yourself?