You´re the first one to get there
And always the last one to leave
You´re the first one to chuckle
But the last one to grieve
I know all too well the world takes a daily beating

Please don´t talk about murder while i´m eating

You walk into the temple
And call it a church
I try to keep things simple
But you always need the works
Your life is marked by numbers and symbols
Excessive drinking from out of golden thimbles
Just a moment of silence i´m needing

So let´s not talk about murder while i´m eating

You get all hot and bothered
At the strangest times and places
But don´t notice the looks on all the other faces
You´re dressed for summer in the middle of december

What you´ve all but forgotten
I painfully remember
I don´t care in the least what you´re reading

Please don´t talk about murder while i´m eating