Meat Is Meat - Team_Kenni_021

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 It is murder And the turkey you festively slice It 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 is murder No, no, no, it is murder And who hears when animals cry?

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words When you've finished with the mop then you can stop And look at what you've done The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen And the work it was fun Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words Many hands began to scan around for the next plateau Some say it was Greenland and some say Mexico Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could

Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the milk in the jug A monkey married a baboon A baboon took that ring She reached right up and kissed him And the bride began to sing Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the milk in the jug Chestnuts raw and roasted Apples raw and sliced Peanuts and onions toasted I shouldn't have to tell you twice Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the milk in the jug Banjo with a hole in the middle An old-time fiddlin' hole Washboard and a worn-out grittle Just listen to the old folks go, woop, woop, woop! Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the milk in the jug Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the meat in the coconut Money is the milk in the jug

When you first saw You should've known There was no more Than what was shown The way the flowers Will bloom at night The fancy thinkin' That makes it right What you see is what I am Take a look, at the invisible man Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed When you don't know just what you see From purple flowers Shoot silver sparks In solid air They make their mark Across the room Before they fall Through the eyes Of antique dolls Take a look at what I am You're looking through an invisible man Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed When you don't know just what you see The dusty book That no one reads The pages torn The letters read Upon the cover These words are penned Please go away Don't come again Oh what you see is what I am You're looking through an invisible man Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed When you don't know just what you see So take a look at what I am You're looking through an invisible man Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed When you don't know just what you see So take a look at what I am You're looking through an invisible man Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed When you don't know just what you see