Don't Tell Us What We Should Put In Our Bellies, You Filthy Bastards Songtext

So in this homage to your passing I'll refer to you with such importance or personality;
something more then a freight box death by knife and fork...
they're like machines in many ways. We choose not in best interests...
and as my friends concede my attempts there's no shame.
And I'm reminded of my own participation...
On my way from work I see you hanging from the back of a freight car stiff and dead.
The traffic rushes by as cell phones blaze we turn away - try not to think of it again...
they're like machines in many ways.
we choose not in best interests to embrace
something more and stop killing to appetize.