Darkmeat 4 Sale

Every week it's the same
Dark meat for sale
And like others I know
It's hard to pass up a sale

And at the very least
She'll keep me warm
Nine months to the day
Field hand is born

Everyone looks the same
Dark meat for sale
No one has a last name
"X" marks the sale

There's a fork around your neck
Forks are for food
It was just a joke
To lighten the mood

There's a song in the air
The boys start to sing
It's as if through their words
They're plotting something

Every week it's the same
Every week it's the same
Every week it's the same
Every week it's the same