w/ Billy Bosco & Larry Tillman
Taste of Meat
Yanked by words
And dragged to the block
And I know you don’t really
Want to see my head off
It just turns you on
To see me helpless on my knees
Oh but the beast the least expected to forgo loyalty
He’s lying right at my feet
And the chain of order
It will create the scene
And it is that same chain
That will make such a scene
And a tightrope
Of comings and goings
Just above the messes below
Will be
The only way over
Deep, deep, deep, deep gnarly growls
And rows, and rows, and rows of throats
Between the sharpest ivory
I’ve got lions at my feet
And the beast pants at me
He’s waiting
To get a taste of meat
