Fucking like it (reprint)

Cream marshmallows syrup
Blood sweat & hard grinding toil
Can’t have slave labour in South America
We want it all on good clean British soil
Fruit juice for kiddies, tea for old biddies
It’s so hard to see them part with their hard-earned pennies
But there’s nothing that can’t be bequeathed
we’ll settle for their teeth

Christ, you take it so well
Knowing the shit they force-fed you is the same that you sell
And you’re loving it

But don’t think that you’re losing it; no – fair is fair
You run this small-to-medium-sized business using no skin, bones or hair
Just meat

Biomass is currency

Each race, faith, rank equal when you get to hell
Run screaming back home with black tales to tell
Mark my words well
You never kill, you’ll never sell

Do unto civilians as you would have yourself
Side by side on display in your refrigerated shelf

Christ, you take it so well
Knowing the shit they force-fed you is the same that you sell
And you’re loving it

But don’t think that you’re losing it; no – fair is fair
You run this small-to-medium-sized business using no skin, bones or hair
Just meat

Biomass is currency