Blood and Butter lyrics
by Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs
On today's menu
The head chef is serving up poison
Made with the cheapest ingredients possible
And we can nibble on tapas news, which tastes foul with hatred
But we're too busy to read
We sit down at the table, a social pressure cooker that smells like bacon
I've already had my fill
"Would you like to see today's specials, son?"
He asks with pride, but he's dead behind the eyes
"I'm on a diet, man
No thanks, not today"