Welcome to Cell Block 427 it's 10 o'clock at night
Can you see the rows of bodies twitching in their sleep
And if you're
hungry, if you fancy a bite
The guards will be obliged to pick the fattest from the heap
They drag the body through the filth by
a cruelly mutated arm
Up into the kitchen of the human factory farm
It tries to scream but can't without a tongue
One more
slaughtered in the kitchen of the human factory farm
[Recipe:]
Take your body, grease it well and rip the kidneys out
The
sweat must be left on the skin, the throat allowed to bleed
Prepare a stuffing, smash the jaw and jam it down the throat
Then braise
your beast for two hours for a healthy, filling treat
Back in Cell Block 427 the rest don't care if he's missing
Two beasts f**k
frantically, fearful of their slaughter
One bloated specimen rolls off its mate and proceeds with pissing
The s**t drips between his
legs as he pisses on his rotting daughter
