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Bound and gaggd in a black pot |
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Seared and flavoured with herbs and salt |
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Marinated slowly in a secret sauce |
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Roasted and served as sumptuous course |
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They dribble and drool as |
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I try and get loose |
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Stewing slowly in my own juice |
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Rubbing their tummies and licking their lips |
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Devoured me up and served with chips |
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By the time they're done there'll be no one left around |
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Just a special bus full of mutants geeks and downs |
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We'll be beaten tender so we taste real nice |
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When we're sliced and diced and served with rice |
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By the hobblin, wobbling, stammering spacks |
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And the inbred freaks with misshapen backs |
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Demented 'tards with missing teeth |
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Cutting me up and chewing on my meat |
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Masticated by the spasticated |
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Put me in a pot, put me in the pain |
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Boil up my bones, fry my glands |
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Take away my heart, put it in the coals |
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Slice me up fine, serve me in bowls |
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Checks my eyes for signs of life |
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Masticated by the spasticated |
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I black ou as he sharpens his knife |
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Masticated by the spasticated |
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By the time they're done there'll be no one left around |
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Masticated by the spasticated |
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Just a special bus full of mutants geeks and downs |
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Masticated by the spasticated |
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We'll be beaten tender so we taste real nice |
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Masticated by the spasticated |
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When we're sliced and diced and served with rice |
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Masticated by the spasticated |
