What's for Lunch?
The album opens with a joke: a mystery lunch bag on the shelf that nobody wants to open. Sometimes the scariest thing in the house is whatever you've been avoiding looking at.
The paper bag, it sits and waits
It knows my fears, it knows my fates
The top is crinkled, sealed, and tight
What creature sleeps within the night?
It holds a secret, dark and deep
A promise it was meant to keep
It sits in shadow on the shelf
A mystery unto itself
A muffled crinkle, soft and low
A secret sound I shouldn't know
A strange aroma, can't be named
A monster that cannot be tamed
It feels too heavy, or too light
There's something in here that's not right
I feel its presence, cold and vast
A die of doom has just been cast
Oh, what's for lunch? What's for lunch?
I have a dreadful, awful hunch!
Some gruesome, gooey, ghastly stew?
Or something that will chew on you?!
What's for lunch? What's for lunch?
Ooh, my fearful mind is in a crunch!
My fate is sealed, my time is up
What horror hides inside this cup?
Is it some tentacles and slime?
A cursed relic, lost to time?
Some eyeballs floating in a brine?
A beast with claws and jagged spine?
A shrunken head? A wizard's hand?
Some cursed meat from a forgotten land?
I dread the truth I have to face
Inside this brown and papery space!
Oh, what's for lunch? What's for lunch?
I have a dreadful, awful hunch!
Some gruesome, gooey, ghastly stew?
Or something that will chew on you?!
Oh, what's for lunch? What's for lunch?
My fearful mind is in a crunch!
My fate is sealed, my time is up
What horror hides inside this cup?
My shaking hands approach the prize
Reflected terror in my eyes
I peel the paper, inch by inch
My stomach gives a painful flinch
I peek inside to meet my doom
And pierce the dark, uncertain gloom
Oh, look!
Oh, look, a turkey sandwich on whole wheat
Some potato chips, a salty treat
And hey! A bag of gummi worms!