Meat Songtext
von Chris Knox

There′s this guy in a hole and his arms are unjointed and he sways
There's a gap where his eyes used to start, disappointed, at the days

We don′t have much time to
Say all the things we need to say
But still we pay mind to
The flesh that's destined for the clay

There's a book that I read made of muscle and sinew from my side
Though the writing is poor I′m compelled to continue where I lied

We don′t have much time to
Say all the things we need to say
But still we pay mind to
The flesh that's destined for the clay

There′s a song in my mouth struggling hard to escape me while it may
But it's viscous and raw, too naive and unshapely to betray


We don′t have much time to
Say all the things we need to say
But still we pay mind to
The flesh that's destined for the clay

And we don′t want to waste our time
In case we've passed our peak and prime
And now must fall into decay
So close your eyes and close your mind
Pretend with me that we have climbed
Out of the shadow of the grave

There's a bone in my hand freshly wrenched from the manhole at my feet
And it writes from the book dripping words I untangle from the meat

We don′t have much time to
Say all the things we need to say
But still we pay mind to
The flesh that′s destined for the clay


And we don't want to waste our time
In case we′ve passed our peak and prime
And now must fall into decay
So close your eyes and close your mind
Pretend with me that we have climbed
Out of the shadow of the grave