You don't see the blood You don't see the pain You don't see the bolt Going through their brain You don't smell the d**h You don't hear their cries You don't see the fear Flashing in their eyes You feed upon the meat of the weak The weak must die to satisfy The needs of the strong Their purpose in life Can't be to make you fat We've got to stop thinking like that! You don't see the blood You don't see the pain You don't see the bolt Going through their brain You don't smell the d**h You don't hear their cries You don't see the fear Flashing in their eyes They laugh as they sharpen their knives It's party time and something has to die The meek must die to stock you fridge And the full freezers of the bloody steak house You feed upon the meat of the weak The weak must die to satisfy The needs of the strong Their purpose in life Can't be to make you fat We've got to stop thinking like that! The sacrificial lamb Offered to a blood-thirsty god Throat cut, oceans of blood Let in guild and fear No more, all of your sins Have been paid for in prayer Knowing this, I'm sure we should honor No with d**h, but with life You don't see the blood You don't see the pain You don't see the bolt Going through their brain You don't smell the d**h You don't hear their cries You don't see the fear Flashing in their eyes Carnivores congregate to partake in The feeding, feasting on the flesh Civilized citizens gather 'round the table Ready for the sacrifice They laugh as they sharpen their knives It's party time and something has to die The meek must die to stock your fridge And the full freezers of the bloody steak house You feed upon the meat of the weak The weak must die to satisfy The needs of the strong Their purpose in life Can't be to make you fat We've got to stop thinking like that! [Lyrics: brecht]