it didnt look like pie to them 
they came in from the east 
but as the punch was free 
it was a go to join the feast 

the [bad word] dressed all different 
wore hoods to stand the heat 
they were moving in a trance 
in sync and slightly off the beat 

the east dont wanna split 
they keep their table for the night 
a set [bad word] to feel inside 
never go far, dont leave the hive 

but punch be sliding fast 
so stuff would start to look like pie 
and they would blend in with the tribe 
and [bad word] for the night 

this the new cuisine this the new cuisine 
this will make u lean this the new cuisine 

the salt stones were presented 
they were rolled out after dark 
a climax countdown made the mark 
the packs of dogs would start to bark 

the east were first to lick 
as they were [bad word] from far 
and had been greedy at the bar 
now midnight called them to the spar 

the stones were lined up 5 in all 
and human sized so tall 
pointing to sky for not to fall 
fat crystals calling to the ball 

the east stepped forth with gloomy eyes 
to late to make escape 
they walked up to the stones of salt 
stretched out their tongues and licked their faith 

this the new cuisine this the new cuisine 
this will make u lean this the new cuisine