歌词
I'm starving
We ain't had nothing but maggoty bread for three stinkin days
Yeah
Why can't we have some meat
Chefs of war
Saute the weak
They yearn to feast
On human meat
Planes are platters
Across the sea
The cooks of death
Saute the weak
I am meat
I am meat
I am meat
I am meat
Turned to salad
Skin and bones
Tossed with lead
And fossil fuels
A meal is made
For power freaks
Food or fodder
Well let them eat
I am meat
I am meat
I am meat
I am meat
Now feast
Feast on me
Feast
Feast on me
Feast
Feast on me
Now feast
Feast on me
Feast