| 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 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 |