Cereal Killer

Cereal Killer
Follow your nose
It always knows
The flavor of death
Where ever it goes
Terror in the supermarket
Shoppers are in horror
Shredded boxes in the aisles
Corpses on the floor
Those who ran
This joy is mine
Now they're going to pay
Super gory slaughter
Now the order of the day!
Toucan, Son of Sam!!
Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids

Follow your nose
It always knows
The flavor of death
Where ever it goes,
Orphaned at the age of five,
Parental guidance missed,
Reschudwich
(???)
Wouldn't talk to him
And he got really pissed,
The remittal chemicals
Have driven him insane,
Now we know the calling
Like it's ringing 'round his brain
Toucan Son of Sam!
Snap! Crackle! Pop!
Toucan Son of Sam!
Part of your nutritious breakfast!