Today I will meet a man
Who would eat me as he can
Parts, soft, hard, in front and rear
Are on today's bill of fare
'Cause you are what you eat
You know what that would be
It is my part – no
My part – no
That there is my part – no
My part – no
A really dull blade fits the bill
I'm bleeding hard and feeling ill
I am struggling to stay awake and
I keep on eating as I'm shaking
It's just so well-seasoned
And nicely flambéed
Then on porcelain lovingly displayed
And a good wine with it
Served up and candlelit
Yeah, I will take it slow
You need culture you know
'Cause you are what you eat
You know what that would be
It is my part – no
My part – no
That there is my part – no
My part – no
A cry will to heaven ascend
And through hosts of angels rend
Then their feathered flesh will careen
Into my lost childhood of screams
For some reason the lyrics trigger vivid enough imagery in my head that they make me feel vaguely queasy. It's the bleeding and feeling sick, then fading and convulsing. Eew. Gets me every time.
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