D.R.I. - Dead Meat lyrics

You don't see the blood

You don't see the pain

You don't see the bolt

Going through their brain

You don't smell the death

You don't hear their cries

You don't see the fear

Flashing in their eyes

You feed upon the meat of the weak

The weak must die to satisfy

The needs of the strong

Their purpose in life

Can't be to make you fat

We've got to stop thinking like that!

You don't see the blood

You don't see the pain

You don't see the bolt

Going through their brain

You don't smell the death

You don't hear their cries

You don't see the fear

Flashing in their eyes

They laugh as they sharpen their knives

It's party time and something has to die

The meek must die to stock you fridge

And the full freezers of the bloody steak house

You feed upon the meat of the weak

The weak must die to satisfy

The needs of the strong

Their purpose in life

Can't be to make you fat

We've got to stop thinking like that!

The sacrificial lamb

Offered to a blood-thirsty god

Throat cut, oceans of blood

Let in guild and fear

No more, all of your sins

Have been paid for in prayer

Knowing this, I'm sure we should honor

No with death, but with life

You don't see the blood

You don't see the pain

You don't see the bolt

Going through their brain

You don't smell the death

You don't hear their cries

You don't see the fear

Flashing in their eyes

Carnivores congregate to partake in

The feeding, feasting on the flesh

Civilized citizens gather 'round the table

Ready for the sacrifice

They laugh as they sharpen their knives

It's party time and something has to die

The meek must die to stock your fridge

And the full freezers of the bloody steak house

You feed upon the meat of the weak

The weak must die to satisfy

The needs of the strong

Their purpose in life

Can't be to make you fat

We've got to stop thinking like that!

[Lyrics: brecht]