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