Sing For Your Meat Lyrics

When you write
About the boys
Under friendly fire
Dress 'em up in suits
And seek her to kill
Freedom of the will
Ours, and yes, yours
Yesterday today
Are we marching on?

Chameleon to paint your skin
To the color of perfection
Then turn away from every ghost you've been
And sure enough, I saw your head at the ten cent function
For a taste and a chaser, we'll sell the gold debaser

Can you ever be a boy
Again, or are you stopped?
Trade lost stubs for a dip, where the water could be air

And twenty-one is the legal age to kill yourself slowly
But eighteen is the legal age to die
Me, I'll cast my vote into the inside shit
I'm offering to go, that's all
To leave me now to drag my shades, its rhythm never changing
Lost from found, beaten down

When you write
About the boys
Under friendly fire
Dress 'em up in suits
And seek her to kill
Freedom of the will
Ours, and yes, yours
Yesterday today
Are we marching on?