I like eggs, yes I do Are white and yellow not appealing to you? Dead chicks and white slicks make my tongue wet with 'ick How could the attraction just not stick? For days and days they lay there. Future. How could you eat it without a hint of the torture? Seven Pounds or seven reasons, how many times? Must I explain all the lies and deceit that go into what we eat? For ever they sit and give; bearing uncomfort We take more and more; give them none But with a dollop of Daisy it'll be all fun?!? Now tell me: which is better, string for belts? Or cows at your waist? You could care the least as long as it's not in your face Embrace the contraction, "'cause it ain't botherin' me!" And "if it go in ma mouf, den it's delicious to eat" But have you thought of the pain that comes with that meat? Or the sadness of giving up a child you birthed and fed 'till you were weak? How about the many strawberry we eat While ignoring the immigrant that's unaware it's even sweet? And his family who he goes home to with nothing to eat Maybe the kid who made the shoes that I wear Knows the feeling of slipping on even one pair? Tell me the smell of the sweat on the brow Of a Turkey giving birth to the dinner you're supposedly giving thanks for "Sunny side up" they'll repeat in masses Because just like meat, raw is a must And as the earth turns Another one bites the dust