Mute Rales - Soy Steak

Soy Steak

Ban all people that would be a paradise
Clever little monkeys running tests on mice
Eat the old they don't have the right facade
Tentacle erotica, gentle cephalopod
Burn the books those are for government spies
Applaud yourself you're so brave you are so nice
Love machines born and raised on soy and starch
Left right
Left right
Left right
Left
March

What a conundrum
What a conundru-dru-drum
What a conundrum
What a conundru-dru-drum

Just got out of womb
Straight into the grave
Midair was a slave
To a soy steak
Just got out of womb
Straight into the grave
Midair was a slave
To a
Soy steak

So what do we want?
Soy! (Steak!)
Soy! (Steak!)
Soy! (Steak!)
Soy! (Steak!)
Soy! (Steak!)
Soy! (Steak!)
Soy! (Steak!)
I said what do we want?
Soy! (Steak!)
Soy! (Steak!)
Soy! (Steak!)
Soy! (Steak!)
Soy! (Steak!)
(Steak! Steak! Steak!)

Credits
Writer(s): Ronaldas Obukas
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