Dead Meat Songtext
von Funeral Language

Hey
Well are we having a day?
How ′bout a triple discectomy?
Already spineless at my best
Worst case snake on a leash

Hey
Well are you picking a grave?
How 'bout you write up an elegy?
Already got the template saved
It′s as blank as my headstone will read

Please
Squeeze
Everything is better with your tightening hands on me
Repeat
Til I can't breathe
Everything is better seeing stars when you're dead meat


You tried
Heaven knows you tried but I got in the way
What′s done is done and what′s left
Is a crime scene
Midwest charmer with a burner in the backseat
We tried
Heaven knows we tried but we couldn't relate
What′s done is done and what's left
Is a dead beat
Three time father writing checks to a sex fiend

Receive
From me
No reciprocity
Receive
From me
No formal apology
Informal apology

Wouldn′t you like some relief from me?
Sorry, I'm sorry again
Wouldn′t you like a release from me?
Sorry, I'll say it again
Wouldn't you like some relief from me?
Sorry, I′m sorry again
Wouldn′t you like some relief from me?
Sorry, I'm sorry I guess


Shield your eyes
I can promise you don′t want to see this
Culmination of all of my dread
Shield your eyes
A mutual misunderstanding
Now it's too late to rewind the thread

Wouldn′t you like some relief from me?
I'm not sorry
I′m not sorry
I'm not sorry

Wouldn't you like some relief from me?
I′m not sorry
I′m not sorry
I'm not sorry
I′m not sorry