Organized Meat
He talks too much, he takes all the credit
He set it up but he's never met it
For him words are good things to eat
And people, just organized meat

The neighbors plug their ears
He's screaming at street signs and airplanes
His time has come to go away
His time has come to go away

He loved her as much as he could
Five times, ten times as he could
But he should've stuck with a pet
Something he could bury himself

He shakes the trees, he falls
He scurries from rat-hole to rat-hole
His time has come to go away
His time has come to go away

When it comes to the birds and the bees
All he got was pecked and stung
But the neighbors they don't wanna hear it
They say what's done is done
They want him bound and gagged
They want him dragged off in handcuffs
His time has come to go away
His time has come to go away