where I favoured my plate became a wasteland
my butchers gave hope a delicious bite of red meat
I did not know I was on the list little George’s hateful gift
one tasted like a dog's arse quickly poisoning I made a retreat
closed my account needed a new dealer in delicious red meat
secondly my shop was a paradise lost a slagging from the rich
when cash is king it’s hard to stay alive under a butchers knife
I was their song a dirty joke a rich girls Facebook poke
a sergeant sang quoting Shakespeare let us rejoice
what are you supposed to bring when hatred sings
I’m having potatoes with milk my stomach is humble
all for a rich Proctor’s factor I’ll wait just bide my time
the outcome hey we’ll all be slim watch the pounds fly
It’s the weight of pride discovered on the side
a nice juicy plate of a butcher’s treat
“… red meat …”
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