Darkmeat 4 Sale

Lyrics

Every week it's the same Dark meat for sale And like others I know It's hard to pass up a sale And at the very least She'll keep me warm Nine months to the day Field hand is born Everyone looks the same Dark meat for sale No one has a last name "X" marks the sale There's a fork around your neck Forks are for food It was just a joke To lighten the mood There's a song in the air The boys start to sing It's as if through their words They're plotting something