Meat Means Murder (Live, Centro Iberico, 13 August 1982)

歌詞

The factory is churning out all processed packed and neat An obscure butchered substance and the label reads Meat Hidden behind false names Such as Pork, Ham, Veal, and Beef An eyes an eye, a life's 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 arse. Yet still they're queuing and still they're 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 throats red rivers flood Blood from young hearts, blood from the veins Your blood there blood serves the same Now you're at the table, sitting, grinning Sitting there eating you never realise the filling It's served upon a sterile plate you don't 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 slaughter But does it really matter whether it lives on land or water? You've never had a fur coat, you think is cruel to the mink Well how about the cow, pig or sheep don't they make you think? Since the day that you were born you've never been told the missing link Yet still they're queuing and still they're viewing Sawing out limbs just right for stewing Carcass piled up in a heap Sort juicy chunks from freezers deep Well cant you see the juice is blood From new throats red rivers flood Your Blood, Their Bloody, serves the same.