Meat of Contract

There's a critter sleeping under my knees He can sleep through the sun and the breeze But I never could sleep very well With a beast in my bed, claws out, playing show and tell Traced my name in the fur of my mate Took my new name, started goin' to church on Sunday Sneaky, can't you smell it on me? Here, now, is your monster, my baby I am indifferent if I am here or there Will you eat me when I die? Silent predator, red eyes and tail But for all of your scratching, I tell you, I cannot care Knew a hunter, loved him a lot He was my best friend, and he was such a perfect shot And though he shot me quick It's true he never missed Wound's healing slow Critter, c'mere, lick the blood out my bullet hole (White meat, white meat, white meat, white meat) (White meat, white meat, white meat, white meat) (White meat, white meat, white meat, white meat) (White meat, white meat, white meat, white meat) (White meat, white meat, white meat, white meat) (White meat, white meat, white meat, white meat)