Heya. The beginning of the song is a parody of The Clash's "Know Your Rights." They're one of my favorite bands so it hurts a little to cheapen their poignant commentary on social inequalities and human rights by refrencing them in this goofy song inspired by a shirt laden with bacon, hot dogs, and clown parts. But I just had to. In my defense, I tried to insert my own little commentary on vegetarianism. (Skinnycorp thought they weeded us all out but Lance and I are bringin' it back with a vengeance!)

Anyway, since i slurred the entire vocal in one take, here are the lyrics:

(Know your meats / these are your meats / all three of em ) / I gotta say I'm afraid of how your dinner gets made / does your maid take a blade to whatever bleeds best? / i guess i guessed it / so on the way to the meat parade / all the flayed prey came alive and prayed for the rest of us to come to our senses / just wait until the week when human meat hits the street / and the cannibals all come clean / and lick their lips in kinship / no shit we deal with it / so we live through the pits and get our kicks and fixes / / on the way to the meat parade / i stayed awake and stayed away / there's a way