CHRIST ON PARADE LYRICS

"Dead Meat"

Darling it´s such a lovely meal, a tasty morgel of milk-whit veal, isn´t it lucky that we´re kept blind of the way the animal was tortured and killed and hacked and chopped and sliced and diced and made all nice colored and flavoured and packaged and processed and sprayed and fillet and all we do is pay. There was a smell of fear but we won´t think about it, dear. Looking harmless as bread what it is is dead.

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