The Dictators

The Dictators - Burn, Ba songtekst

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I crave the flesh of the sacred cow

charred and dripping fat



I love the sight of a baby lamb

Spinning on the rack



I say, Burn!!

Burn!!

Burn, Baby, Burn!!



My guitar player likes to knaw the bone

and suck the marrow out

He plays a Marshall stack twenty feet tall

and grills a porterhouse



I say, Burn!!

Burn!!

Burn, Ross, Burn!!



Plantkillers! Plantkillers! Plantkillers try to rule my world

Plantkillers! Plantkillers! Plantkillers try to rule my world



The grill's hot, my knives sharpened

Got a bass-o-matic

And a hunger pang



Why do the Sioux hunt the buffalo?

Why do they love the pig in Spain?



Why do the big fish eat the small?

Why do we even have to eat at all



Cause,

Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on......



Look at me now

Look at me now

Look at me now

I'm on top of the food chain



I am the carnivore

I am the omnivore

I am the matador

That's what my teeth are for



Burn!!

Burn baby 

Burn!!

Burn baby

Burn!!

Burn baby 

Burn!!

Burn baby
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