Meat Lyrics

Drip-Fed
Suck, suck, suck 'til the bone is dry.

After the gold inside it's left hollow and wasted;
to splinter for the dogs.

h***se cough: bone in throat.
A crying b**** at an empty bowl.

I got some slop for that open mouth, so I'll let you off leash for you to walk about dizzy and sick through this front yard town full of s*** for you to spread around.

The meat won't dress with affection.
I want the abjection.

The meat won't dress with affection.
I want the abjection.

Keep your peace meal.
I'll sing for my supper: a chorus for the starved.

Save yourself like a calf inside a box.
They say the meat tastes better that way-but I don't care.

Lick the salt off the chops for the stock.
Nose up to self-serving stench, completely unaware.

Hook and hang the meat to cure, but you won't cure me.
Stomach empty as your plate.
Tongue heavy as smoked rings.

The meat won't dress with affection.
I want the abjection.

The meat won't dress with affection.
I want the abjection.