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Conflict - Meat Means Murder lyrics
The factoryis churning out all processed packed and neat An obscure butchered substance and the label reads MEAT Hidden Behind False Nomes Such as Pork, Ham, Veal, and Beef An eyes an eye, a lifes a life, The now Forgotten belief And everyday production lines are feeding out this farce To end up on a table then shot out of an arce Yet still they'er queuing and still they'er viewing Sawing out limbs just right for stewing Carcasses piled up in a heap Sort juicy chunks from freezers deep Well can't you see that juice is blood From new born throuts red rivers flood Blood form young hearts, blood from the veins Your blood there blood serves the same Now your at the table, sitting, grinning Sitting there eating you never relise the filling Its served upon a sterile plate you dont think of killing The furthest your brain takes you, is it for frying or for grilling? You moan about the seal cull, about the whale slaugheter But does it really matter wheather it lives on land or water? You've never had a fur coat, you think is crule to the mink Well How about the cow, pig or sheep dont they make you think? Since the day that you were born you've never been told the missing link Yet still there queuing and still there viewing Sawing out limbs just right for stewing Carcass piled up in a heep Sort juicy chunks from freezers deep Well cant you see the juice is blood From new throats red rivers flood YOUR BLOOD, THERE BLOOD, serves the same. |
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