Tiger Bone Wine Songtext
von Jack Foster III

You say you¹re ripe for table scraps
The staple of the corporal zombie
He¹s got six inch teeth and eyes so, black
When he stares at you he wants meat
Take it from a T-Rex dinosaur
In a jungle full of carnivores
You got to own more bite that¹s got teeth


You¹ll like the tiger bone wine
king of drinks is the nature of the beast
When you know that it takes all kinds
No fat cat want¹s to maul your ass
When you got canines
Say, here kitty, kitty, is the raw nitty gritty
Claw until their mortified,
You¹ll like the tiger bone wine

Peace of mind¹s your habitat
You¹ve had it with the corporate zombie
He wants to eat your lean, chew the fat
He knows where you keep your Mommy
Take it from the T-Rex diners corp
In the jungle no one¹s keeping score
You got to over bite, he¹s got reach


You¹ll like the tiger bone wine
king of drinks is the nature of the beast
When you know that it takes all kinds
No fat cat want¹s to maul your ass
When you got canines
Say, here kitty, kitty, is the raw nitty gritty
Claw until their mortified,
You¹ll like the tiger bone wine