Представляем точный текст композиции "Meat Means Murder" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Conflict . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Meat Means Murder» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Conflict передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Conflict - "Meat Means Murder"
Lyrics to Meat Means Murder : Im walking through the grey walkway of the city And through the brightly lit shops and supermarkets And Im walking through the fields of the innocent Passing by the fairytale farm Balancing on the brittle edge of a short life That is ended by the knife The factorys still churning out, all processed, packed and neat An obscure butchered substance and the label reads "meat" Hidden behind false names such as pork, ham, veal and beef An eyes an eye; a lifes a life, the now forgotten belief Yet, everyday production lines are feeding out this farce To end up on your table, then shat out of your arse Yet, still youre queuing, and still youre viewing Sawing out limbs just right for stewing Carcasses piled up in a heap Sort, soft, juicy chunks from freezers deep Well, cant you see that that juice is blood' From newborn throats, red rivers flood Blood from young hearts blood from the vein Your blood, their blood, serves the same Now youre at the table, sitting, grinning Sitting there eating, you never realise the filling Its served upon a sterile plate, you dont think of the killing The furthest your brain takes you, "is it for frying or grilling'" You moan about the seal cull, about the whale slaughter But does it really matter whether it lives on land or water' Youve never had a fur coat; you think its cruel to the mink Well, how about the cow, pig or sheep. Dont they make you think' Since the day that you were you born, youve never been told the missing link' As Im gazing at the baneful products And from behind the bright colours and false smiles I can smell the lingering death And see the decaying skins Forth from the green grass The pungent smell of decomposing meat That penetrates the walls of the kitchen And from the red lorries on the black In unison with the red lights and the red juice Yet, still youre queuing, and still youre viewing Sawing out limbs just right for stewing Carcasses piled up in a heap Sort, soft, juicy chunks from freezers deep Well, cant you see that that juice is blood' From newborn throats, red rivers flood Blood from young hearts blood from the vein Your blood, their blood, serves the same The Sunday kitchen spills out the stench of the abattoir The butchers blade glistening in the eye of the master The deadened life of a baby sits upon the plate The spilt guts falling from the chute to the basting tin The carcass from the carcrash In the age of the train-direct from the gates of Sobivor [ Meat Means Murder Lyrics ]
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