I crave the flesh of the sacred cow
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charred and dripping fat
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I love the sight of a baby lamb
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Spinning on the rack
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I say, Burn!!
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Burn!!
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Burn, Baby, Burn!!
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My guitar player likes to knaw the bone
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and suck the marrow out
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He plays a Marshall stack twenty feet tall
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and grills a porterhouse
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I say, Burn!!
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Burn!!
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Burn, Ross, Burn!!
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Plantkillers! Plantkillers! Plantkillers try to rule my world
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Plantkillers! Plantkillers! Plantkillers try to rule my world
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The grill's hot, my knives sharpened
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Got a bass-o-matic
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And a hunger pang
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Why do the Sioux hunt the buffalo?
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Why do they love the pig in Spain?
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Why do the big fish eat the small?
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Why do we even have to eat at all
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Cause,
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Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on......
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Look at me now
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Look at me now
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Look at me now
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I'm on top of the food chain
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I am the carnivore
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I am the omnivore
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I am the matador
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That's what my teeth are for
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Burn!!
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Burn baby
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Burn!!
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Burn baby
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Burn!!
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Burn baby
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Burn!!
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Burn baby
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Burn, Baby, Burn!!
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| The Dictators |
