Battalion of Saints - Beefmasters Lyrics
They're the meat inspector of the human loinThe Beefmasters hook you and tell you where you are goingThey're after your milk vein, need a corporation slaveHang you on their work hook and break your moral everydayBeefmasters, Beefmasters, work you to the boneWhere's the ladder to success?Beefmasters, Beefmasters, know what they wantThey want you to suck their dicksOn your way to the slaughter house, they want you in your primeWork you for a shitty wage and tell you that you could climbAin't got no education - puts you in a different lineYou wonder what went wrong, you're just a grissel of life[Chorus]***** the meat run nation, so you try to get awayYou don't know what to do, your so used to being toldBeefmasters need a cut, they hold their branding ironWho'll be the next one in line for the Beefmasters iron?