Ezekiel 39:17–20
This is an invitation made out to beast and fowl
If you've been licking chops for fat cuts from fatlings
Then you pick your ass on up to come to the party
It's time to get on down and pack that belly full
This is an invitation and I would not advise
That you come wearing something less than what you'd marry in
And if you're really stupid I can make it crystal clear
What's on the menu for tonight
Their princes. All their rams
What pretty faces, from all the land
(What could have made him take them all?) Hey Son of Man
We'll taste it
Intestine coil
Meat in casing
Fats in oil
We're going to taste it
Laid in soil
Because this is an invitation
And we'll dance 'til we're broken, 'til the morning returns
And we'll dance 'til we fall in the fields, wasted, howling, flies in our teeth
Drunk on our meal, wasted and howling and dripping and falling and