Meat Bag
Why battle the pain when
You're destined
To hate your fate?
Like chains stain in blood
I crave a second weapon
Shatter the beat
The ocean applauds
Sliced and stricken
Lifeless
Born inside a cage
Tiny baby cutie pie
You look bad for your
Age
Why battle the pain
When you're destined
To hate your fate?
Link chains stained in
Blood
I crave a second
Weapon
Shatter the beat
The ocean applauds
Sliced and stricken
Lifeless
Born inside a cage
Tiny baby cutie pie
You look bad for your
Age
Saving all the animals
Impossible to do
Cry myself to sleep at
Night
I still love barbecue
Hiya ha frickin' hiya
Hiya for your hand
Hiya
Hiya ha frickin' hiya
Hiya with your hand
Chop the slump
And snuff the stunk
You got the passion
Man
Grow up, scale up
Screwed up the next
Phase
Managing to scare
Off the whole place
Errant, wear it
Declare it's a race
Move too fast blows
Up in your face
No shit, the pixel guy
Parties
His spittle all over your
Body
Not enough bread
Too much mayonnaise
Switch out grit for
Undeserved praise
Balls, look at those
Balls, balls
Look at those
Balls
You gotta be cute
To wanna save you
You gotta be cute
To wanna save you
You gotta be cute
To wanna save you
You gotta be
Cute
You're destined
To hate your fate?
Like chains stain in blood
I crave a second weapon
Shatter the beat
The ocean applauds
Sliced and stricken
Lifeless
Born inside a cage
Tiny baby cutie pie
You look bad for your
Age
Why battle the pain
When you're destined
To hate your fate?
Link chains stained in
Blood
I crave a second
Weapon
Shatter the beat
The ocean applauds
Sliced and stricken
Lifeless
Born inside a cage
Tiny baby cutie pie
You look bad for your
Age
Saving all the animals
Impossible to do
Cry myself to sleep at
Night
I still love barbecue
Hiya ha frickin' hiya
Hiya for your hand
Hiya
Hiya ha frickin' hiya
Hiya with your hand
Chop the slump
And snuff the stunk
You got the passion
Man
Grow up, scale up
Screwed up the next
Phase
Managing to scare
Off the whole place
Errant, wear it
Declare it's a race
Move too fast blows
Up in your face
No shit, the pixel guy
Parties
His spittle all over your
Body
Not enough bread
Too much mayonnaise
Switch out grit for
Undeserved praise
Balls, look at those
Balls, balls
Look at those
Balls
You gotta be cute
To wanna save you
You gotta be cute
To wanna save you
You gotta be cute
To wanna save you
You gotta be
Cute
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew James Mingus, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess
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