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)