Meatpacker Songtext
von Yuppicide

Pushed into shove, you fell in line
A walking cliché, so neat and tidy
You hate the job, the half the work
No question you′re strange, it's easier that way

Your past is catching up with you
Too late for regret
Every day a little closer to death
My machine will make you clean

All the guilt stains your skin
You′re drowning, drowning in denial
Drown your pain, or find some pleasure
Try to get happy, stop the ache you gain

Your past is catching up with you
Too late for regret
Every day a little closer to death
My machine will make you clean


You probably wouldn't understand anyway
We've been doing this far too long
Now it′s second nature
We no longer worry about the gruesome details
Or ask any questions
I guess it′s easier that way

No kids in the machine
No kids in the machine
Plugged in, turned on, pent up, burned out
Plugged in, turned on, pent up, burned out
Me baka me baka me baka me me
Me baka me baka me me me
Me baka me baka me baka me me
Me baka me baka me me me

Now you know you can't escape
Good things come to those who wait
I have a solution for your pain
All your problems fade away

Your past is catching up with you
Too late for regret
Every day a little closer to death
My machine will make you clean