"Pembrey's Face" lyrics

I used to be one of the elite
Developed a taste for human meat
A connoisseur of fine cuisine
Highly regarded as such, you'll see

With or without a grace
I gotta get outta this place
It's turning me into a basket case
And now I'm wearing Pembrey's face, yeah

Planned my escape and I took a deal
And purged the guards witnessing my meal
Made a disguise of human skin
Snuck past the cops, now I'm free again

With or without a grace
I gotta get outta this place
It's turning me into a basket case
And now I'm wearing Pembrey's face, yeah

What do I say?
It's Jim Pembrey, I'll talk to him now

Free to pursue my exquisite taste
It's open season on the human race, yeah

With or without a grace
I gotta get outta this place
It's turning me into a basket case
And now I'm wearing Pembrey's face, yeah
With or without a grace
I gotta get outta this place
It's turning me into a basket case
And now I'm wearing Pembrey's face, yeah