The Quality Of Meat
Have you ever wondered why it wasn't isn't
How you did it, trend it, couldn't, didn't
How you went out, dressed up, danced hard and struck out
Now depressed, distressed, drink more and talk less
And I... I know you did

You bet I did
Love and let live
It's not the taste that is sweet
It's THE QUALITY OF MEAT

So you did it, tried it, cornered it, caged it
You bought it, paid it, fought it and fucked it
You need it more than any of the others
That you ever previously squandered
And I... I know you did

All the struggling, fighting, biting
The teething wounds show up, blow up
I'm telling you
You won't laugh half as hard as when you don't know...
Try as you might, you cannot defend it
I'll keep on asking and you won't get it
As the curtain closes Satan vomits
A bed of roses with you upon it
And I know... I know you did

You bet I did
Love and let live
It's not the taste that is sweet
It's THE QUALITY OF MEAT

Who is it clothes you, feeds you, loves you
And yet you taste this vital pleasure
Take this handshake as an offer
A token gift to last forever
In searing glowing rusted splendour
An oath to break almost all others
Handed down lover to lover
Captive in the undercover
Captive in me

This stinging cloying sticky poison
It clings to me for no good reason
Your tainted views are out of season
Drain the vessel, don't leave it bleeding, bleeding
I never meant to stand here cheering
I heard the words without hearing
They gathered all about the clearing
All I remember is blood and bleeding
Captive in the undercover
Captive in me