Many years ago,
Grace Slick wrote my favorite song
but I'd always thought
that San Francisco
girl wrote it as metaphor . . .
This makes it sound sick!
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Silver Spoon (Grace Slick) Throw down all your silver spoons - eat all of the raw meat with your hands. Pick it up piece by piece Pick it up piece by piece Pick it up piece by piece Where are the bodies for dinner? I want my food! What if you were starving to death and they only food you had was me - what would you say to the cannibal question? Would your answer be perfectly free? Your mama told you never to eat your friends with your fingers and hands, but I say you ought to eat what you will - shove it in your mouth any way that your can. You think that I will come to your mouth, looking for a home. But I get stuck sideways in your throat like a good old chicken bone. Where are the bodies for dinner? I want my food! Stay out the kitchen children The cook is cleaning his gun He just got back from the open market - shooting his food on the run. Your mama told you never to eat your friends with your fingers and hands, but I say you ought to eat what you will - shove it in your mouth any way that your can. Sharpen your teeth for the family feast - let all the hungry drool roll down your chin. Hide the human and bring out the beast. Let all the animal games begin! Where are the bodies for dinner? I want my food! You could leave to dine on your friends - pour their bones into a cannibal soup muscles like steak, blood like wine - save the brains to feed to troops Your mama told you never to eat your friends with your fingers and hands, but I say you ought to eat what you will - shove it in your mouth any way that your can. Scarlet juices ozing slow - boiling in a human sea. Is it human dinner you're talking about? Then slice me tender raw and lean Where are the bodies for dinner? I want my food! Oily fingers can hardly wait - bodies slumped face in plate Wake up the drunks the coffers on the fourteenth course has come and gone. So long all day sucker your candy has come and gone and its left you with your mouth wide open. Just humming cannibal songs. Cannibal songs . . . © 1971 Mole music. |