Letra da Música: Dead Meat - D.R.I. (Dirty Rotten Imbeciles)

You don't see the blood
You don't see the pain
You don't see the bolt
Going through their brain

You don't smell the death
You don't hear their cries
You don't see the fear
Flashing in their eyes

You feed upon the meat of the weak
The weak must die to satisfy
The needs of the strong
Their purpose in life
Can't be to make you fat
We've got to stop thinking like that!

You don't see the blood
You don't see the pain
You don't see the bolt
Going through their brain

You don't smell the death
You don't hear their cries
You don't see the fear
Flashing in their eyes

They laugh as they sharpen their knives
It's party time and something has to die
The meek must die to stock you fridge
And the full freezers of the bloody steak house

You feed upon the meat of the weak
The weak must die to satisfy
The needs of the strong
Their purpose in life
Can't be to make you fat
We've got to stop thinking like that!

The sacrificial lamb
Offered to a blood-thirsty god
Throat cut, oceans of blood
Let in guild and fear
No more, all of your sins
Have been paid for in prayer
Knowing this, i'm sure we should honor
No with death, but with life

You don't see the blood
You don't see the pain
You don't see the bolt
Going through their brain

You don't smell the death
You don't hear their cries
You don't see the fear
Flashing in their eyes

Carnivores congregate to partake in
The feeding, feasting on the flesh
Civilized citizens gather 'round the table
Ready for the sacrifice

They laugh as they sharpen their knives
It's party time and something has to die
The meek must die to stock your fridge
And the full freezers of the bloody steak house

You feed upon the meat of the weak
The weak must die to satisfy
The needs of the strong
Their purpose in life
Can't be to make you fat
We've got to stop thinking like that!