the smiths
meat is murder
Heifer whines could be human cries  Closer comes the screaming knife  This beautiful creature must die  This beautiful creature must die  A death for no reason  And death for no reason is MURDER   And the flesh you so fancifully fry  Is not succulent, tasty or kind It's death for no reason  And death for no reason is MURDER   And the calf that you carve with a smile  Is MURDER  And the turkey you festively slice  Is MURDER  Do you know how animals die ?   Kitchen aromas aren't very homely  It's not "comforting", cheery or kind  It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench  Of MURDER   It's not "natural", "normal" or kind  The flesh you so fancifully fry  The meat in your mouth  As you savour the flavour  Of MURDER   NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER  NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER  Oh...and who hears when animals cry ?