Blood and Butter Lyrics

Blood and Butter
On today's menu
The head chef is serving a poison
Made with the cheapest ingredients possible

And we can nibble on tapas news, which tastes fowl with hatred
But we're too busy to read
We sit down at the table, a social pressure cooker that smells like bacon
I've already had my fill

"Would you like to see today's specials son?"
He asks with pride but he's dead behind the eyes
"I'm on a diet man
No thanks, not today"