People Are Food
Verse I:
Lions and wolves are praising the donkey
As long as they want him to praise
He proudly sits on the fool’s chair and thinks
That we’ll do it for the rest of his days
But sooner or later when he finish his duty
And lions and wolves will need him no more
They turn him into a wonderful meal
Once he was a king but now he’s a foe
Now he’s a foe.
Chorus
Some write songs about unhappy love
I praise myself now
And others about the love of God
I praise His name now
But we want
I hope it won’t make us fools
To write a song about food
All kind of food
Verse II:
Run or be hydden, eat or be feeden,
Grow your personal slaves
As long as you flash-eater, fresh meat is what you need, yeah
Your stomach is fool, the conscience doesn’t care.
Evelyn
Sooner or later you getting older
Your teeth and claws aren’t sharp as before
The haunted attack you when you’re grey
You were a hunter but now you’re a prey.
Now you’re a prey.