Silver Spoon Songtext
von Paul Kantner & Grace Slick
Silver Spoon Songtext
Throw down all your
Silver spoons
Eat all of the raw meat
With your hands
Pick it up piece by piece
Pick it up piece by piece
Pick it up piece by piece
Where are the bodies for dinner?
I want my food!
What if you were starving to death
And the only food you had was me
What would you say to the cannibal question
Would your answer be perfectly free?
My old mama told you never to eat your friends
With your fingers and hands
But I say you ought to eat what you will
Shove it in your mouth any way that you can
You think that I will come to your mouth
Looking for a home
But I get stuck sideways in your throat
Like a good old chicken bone
Where are the bodies for dinner?
I want my food!
Stay out the kitchen children
The cook is cleaning his gun
He just got back from the open market
Shooting his food on the run
My old mama told you never to eat your friends
With your fingers and hands
But I say you ought to eat what you will
Shove it in your mouth any way that you can
Sharpen your teeth for the family feast
Let all the hungry drool roll down your chin
Hide the human and bring out the beast
Let all the animal games begin!
Where, a-where are the bodies for dinner?
I want my food!
You could leave to dine on your friends
Pour their bones into a cannibal soup
Muscles like steak and blood like wine
Save the brains to feed to troops
Hey, your mama told you never to eat your friends
With your fingers and hands
But I say you ought to eat what you will
Shove it in your mouth any way that you can
Scarlet juices oozing slow
Boiling in a human sea
Is it human dinner you′re talking about?
Then slice me tender raw and lean
Where, where are the bodies for dinner?
I want my food!
Oily fingers can hardly wait
Bodies slumped, face in plate
Wake up the drunks, the coffers on
The fourteenth course has come and gone
Why so long
All day sucker
I want your candy
Your candy has come and gone
And its left you
With your mouth wide open
Just humming
Cannibal songs
Cannibal songs
Silver spoons
Eat all of the raw meat
With your hands
Pick it up piece by piece
Pick it up piece by piece
Pick it up piece by piece
Where are the bodies for dinner?
I want my food!
What if you were starving to death
And the only food you had was me
What would you say to the cannibal question
Would your answer be perfectly free?
My old mama told you never to eat your friends
With your fingers and hands
But I say you ought to eat what you will
Shove it in your mouth any way that you can
You think that I will come to your mouth
Looking for a home
But I get stuck sideways in your throat
Like a good old chicken bone
Where are the bodies for dinner?
I want my food!
Stay out the kitchen children
The cook is cleaning his gun
He just got back from the open market
Shooting his food on the run
My old mama told you never to eat your friends
With your fingers and hands
But I say you ought to eat what you will
Shove it in your mouth any way that you can
Sharpen your teeth for the family feast
Let all the hungry drool roll down your chin
Hide the human and bring out the beast
Let all the animal games begin!
Where, a-where are the bodies for dinner?
I want my food!
You could leave to dine on your friends
Pour their bones into a cannibal soup
Muscles like steak and blood like wine
Save the brains to feed to troops
Hey, your mama told you never to eat your friends
With your fingers and hands
But I say you ought to eat what you will
Shove it in your mouth any way that you can
Scarlet juices oozing slow
Boiling in a human sea
Is it human dinner you′re talking about?
Then slice me tender raw and lean
Where, where are the bodies for dinner?
I want my food!
Oily fingers can hardly wait
Bodies slumped, face in plate
Wake up the drunks, the coffers on
The fourteenth course has come and gone
Why so long
All day sucker
I want your candy
Your candy has come and gone
And its left you
With your mouth wide open
Just humming
Cannibal songs
Cannibal songs
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