Amity In Fame Dinner For One
I am talking to my belly all it says is: eat the animal
Some fruits won’t likely satisfy the pains I’m going through
Restraint is a word that sounds too absurd
Those hippies have no clue
The tiger on the table just said to me:
In Russia food eats you
And when I start to think about
These funny life-forms created just for me
I will never get enough
To eradicate, we are made
To eradicate, we are made
To eradicate, we are made
I’m looking at the plate in front of me, I opt for gorilla’s balls
It helps to get me appetite for sharks’ eyes ragout
Abrosia is a word I never ever heard
I simply have no clue
The raptor on the table just said to me
Make fast our I’ll eat you
And when I start to think about
These fine meals created just for me
I will never get enough
To eradicate, we are made
To eradicate, we are made
To eradicate, we are made
Our voracity ... eats the enemy
Our voracity ... eats the enemy
