Spitfire

come join us pigs on th butchers block
where our divisions are literal
admire our intellect and our absense of all things spiritual
the growth hormones serve as body armour
from the work ethic of the meat farmer
get strapped down and enjoy the ride
because natural selection is on their side
between arival and departure from point a to point b
the bright side of ambiguity is all we see
i ran into my brother at the troth today
he tasted good
[ Meat Market Lyrics ]