Organized Meat

He talks too much, he takes all the credit He set it up but he's never met it For him words are good things to eat And people, just organized meat The neighbors plug their ears He's screaming at street signs and airplanes His time has come to go away His time has come to go away He loved her as much as he could Five times, ten times as he could But he should've stuck with a pet Something he could bury himself He shakes the trees, he falls He scurries from rat-hole to rat-hole His time has come to go away His time has come to go away When it comes to the birds and the bees All he got was pecked and stung But the neighbors they don't wanna hear it They say what's done is done They want him bound and gagged They want him dragged off in handcuffs His time has come to go away His time has come to go away