Throw down all your silver spoons Eat all of the raw meat with your hands Pick it up piece by piece Pick it up piece by piece Pick it up piece by piece Where are the bodies for dinner? I want my food! What if you were starving to death and the only food you had was me What would you say to the cannibal question? Would your answer be perfectly free? Your mama told you never to eat your friends with your fingers and hands But I say you ought to eat what you will Shove it in your mouth any way that you can You think that I will come to your mouth looking for a home But Ill get stuck sideways in your throat Like a good old chicken bone Where are the bodies for dinner? I want my food! Stay out the kitchen children—the cookies cleaning his gun He just got back from the open market Shooting his food on the run Your mama told you never to eat your friends with your fingers and hands But I say you ought to eat what you will Shove it in your mouth any way that you can Sharpen your teeth for the family feast Let all the hungry drool roll down your chin Hide the human and bring out the beast Let all the animal games begin! Where are the bodies for dinner? I want my food! You could learn to dine on your friends Pour their bones into a cannibal soup Muscles like steak Blood like wine Save the brains to feed to troops Your mama told you never to eat your friends with your fingers and hands But I say you ought to eat what you will Shove it in your mouth any way that you can Scarlet juices oozing slow Boiling in a human sea Is it human dinner youre talking about? Then slice me tender raw and lean Where are the bodies for dinner? I want my food! Oily fingers can hardly wait Bodies are slumped, face in the plate Wake up the drunks, the coffees on The fourteenth course has come and gone So long all day sucker When your candy has come and gone And hes left you with your mouth wide open Just humming... Cannibal songs (Grace Slick, 1971)
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 20:07:05 +0000
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