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<

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