(church bell ringing)   Both our families   Are to gathering   For cutting the baby out   With my grandmother's heirloom antler-handled carving knife      They were under her grand chandelier   Where we altogether have shared holiday dinner   But it was YOUR father that was holding the knife!      Yeah, I begged me not to make me tell ya   Yeah, I pleaded with ya   To leave it alone      I told ya, I told you that   You didn't want to know   What went in my horrible dream      I was peering in through the picture window   It was a heartwarming tableau like a Norman Rockwell painting   Until I zoomed in      I was making noises in my sleep   But you wouldn't believe me when I told ya that I wasn't with someone   In my dream      Catfish were wriggling in blood and gore in the kitchen sink!      Yeah, I told ya, I told ya, I told you ...   You ...      Now, sweetie, please promise me   That you won't see   This as some GRIM augury!