Steeped in tradition, your means of nutrition
From granddads to fathers to sons handed carvers
Right down to the bone, it's all that you've known
Medium to rare thoughts are all that you've shown
Hand-me down fables, ready, waiting on tables
Sliced without screaming, death with no grieving
That perpetual notion, perpetual notion, perpetual notion, perpetual notion
We could all have enough to eat, but you, you couldn't live without your meat
Food that's fed to fatten calves, could easily feed those that starve
We could all have enough to eat, but you, you couldn't live without your meat
Each body part bought will finance the next death
You can sow a seed
Don't buy their 'product', they cease to exist
The answer is simple, but one that you miss
These medium to rare thoughts, all that you've shown
The hope that they'll one day, one day hit home
The sentiment of sentience... is it lost on your ignorance?
And your inner sense of innocence...in a sense... ignorance
We could all have enough to eat, but you, you couldn't live without your meat
Food that's fed to fatten calves, could easily feed those that starve
We could all have enough to eat, but you, you couldn't live without your meat
Each body part bought will finance the next death
You can sow a seed
Don't buy their 'product', they cease to exist
The answer is simple, but one that you miss
These medium to rare thoughts, all that you've shown
The hope that they'll one day, one day hit home
The sentiment of sentience... is it lost on your ignorance?
And your inner sense of innocence...in a sense... ignorance
We could all have enough to eat
We could all have enough to eat
We could all have enough to eat
We could all have enough to eat