Follow your nose  It always knows  The flavor of death  Wherever 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  (x3) Toucan  Son of Sam (x3)  Silly rabbit  Trix are for kids  Follow your nose  It always knows  The flavor of death  Wherever 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  (x3) Toucan  Son of Sam (x3)  Snap  Crackle  Pop  (x3) Toucan  Son of Sam (x3)  (x4) Toucan  Son of Sam (x4)  Toucan  Son  Of  Sam  Part of your nutritious breakfast