Taste of Meat

w/ Billy Bosco & Larry Tillman Taste of Meat Yanked by words And dragged to the block And I know you don’t really Want to see my head off It just turns you on To see me helpless on my knees Oh but the beast the least expected to forgo loyalty He’s lying right at my feet And the chain of order It will create the scene And it is that same chain That will make such a scene And a tightrope Of comings and goings Just above the messes below Will be The only way over Deep, deep, deep, deep gnarly growls And rows, and rows, and rows of throats Between the sharpest ivory I’ve got lions at my feet And the beast pants at me He’s waiting To get a taste of meat