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According to the cannibals A pig tastes exactly like a man Bacon is no different than a thigh or a leg It's just easier to fit in a pan A succulent smoked chunk slides right off of the bone The meat melting in your mouth is one of your own The fat from this mammal makes for a mighty fine gloss While the hairs from its head one may use for dental floss When the marrow is brittle it's most delectable to chew But when it's cracked open you're grateful Your sinew is not on the menu Hey pa, won't you fry us up some long pork? You might need a larger fork to get through Not bland or dry, I like it juicy Rise anew to the smell of barbecue According to my tummy A man sits warmly like a steak Medium-rare through the middle And not a drop of barbecue sauce will he take (Nuh-uh!) We roast the fingers over logs and feed the genitals to the hogs Or we mash 'em and stuff 'em into hot dogs Pour the blood with the broth, cook the organs in the pot Mix and serve on a pleated tablecloth Feast on their flesh, drink from their soul They are thine Communion Slay the hog that raids thy farm And devour every piece Sharpen their bones to spears that harm And let their kind never sleep Serve the pork Eat the rich Serve the poor Eat the rich We're all meat We breathe and we have needs Pig feet trot so softly As we lead them down to market street Hog bound Squeals sound, echoes around Bloodhounds sniff fear right out Say out loud, we're free on hallowed ground