People Are Food Verse I: Lions and wolves are praising the donkey As long as they want him to praise He proudly sits on the fool’s chair and thinks That we’ll do it for the rest of his days But sooner or later when he finish his duty And lions and wolves will need him no more They turn him into a wonderful meal Once he was a king but now he’s a foe Now he’s a foe. Chorus Some write songs about unhappy love I praise myself now And others about the love of God I praise His name now But we want I hope it won’t make us fools To write a song about food All kind of food Verse II: Run or be hydden, eat or be feeden, Grow your personal slaves As long as you flash-eater, fresh meat is what you need, yeah Your stomach is fool, the conscience doesn’t care. Evelyn Sooner or later you getting older Your teeth and claws aren’t sharp as before The haunted attack you when you’re grey You were a hunter but now you’re a prey. Now you’re a prey.