Blood In My Cappuccino

Excuse me miss, hate to make a stink but there's
blood in my cappuccino
Look it through see the crimson hue someone
bled in my beverage

If there's shit going down back there
I don't wanna know
But to my mind it seems only fair to
give me a free cup of joe

Groundsman can you lend a hand, there's
a body on the fairway
You caddie, come over and help me clear this
body off the green, see
Three under par and the putt lined up,
that corpse is in the way
I'll never win the silver cup
if it's permitted to lay there

Pardon sir, I was here before, there was
blood in my cappuccino
Not too nice, and it's happened twice, there's
blood in my cappuccino
What kind of place are you running here?
You make this very hard
Perhaps I need to make myself more clear
and fill out a comment card